First the preview.
This is the opening scene of my first novel (which I’m querying right now). It got some good comments/critiques over at Miss Snark’s First Victim and I like to share it with you today.
The One Letter
I checked the mailbox with a sense of dread. There was always a chance that among the stacks of junk mail, bills and unwanted invitations there would be one with a stamp that read: Royal Mail. I hated those letters. They could mean only one thing.
The metal box contained the following; a couple of bills, junk mail, an invitation to a second cousin’s weeding and a letter with the dreaded red stamp on it.
Might as well get it over with.
I ripped the white envelope open. No, I destroyed the thing trying to get it open. Never figured out how open one in a clean way. Inside I found a stack of official looking documents, some airline tickets, and last but least a single page letter with following:
McIntyre & Co.
Woodstock, Oxfordshire, UK
To Mr. Mendoza
We regret to inform you of your father passing….
What the fuck!
The White Glare of the Morning Sun
The Shadowy Atmosphere of Curtains Closed
The Jumble and Clutter of Desktop
The Dark Face of a Cellphone
Sweet touch of chocolate in my lips
Hot warmth of coffee in my throat
The Bitter Taste of a Startling Nightmare
The smooth face of my iPod
The rough exterior of my calendar
The solid weight of the mouse
The trembling purr of a happy cat
The eerie music of long forgotten memories
The flop of a wet mop on the tile floor
The tack-tack of tapping keyboard keys
The distant rumble of thunder
The dry choke of dust in my nostrils
The smell of rain in the morn
The light waif of bakery fresh bread
The harsh hammer of cleaning fluid
Well, that’s it for today. And now for some music: