Today's exerpt from my novel, Arrowhead Road Enjoy!
Her face showed nothing; the only sign of life was a certain flicker of an eyelash burning inside her heart.
She and her boss are in a state of hate in which no one has endured.
Inside the office at night is a microcosm where names fill file cabinets, where, window blinds seep with neon, where young girls sit at desks, girls who have seen the endless expanse of farmland, who have given away their childhood and now, thinking adult thoughts, can never go home. Their loneliness on their father's farm has gotten them this far. They are young and beautiful. They are willing to work in the dim light of obscurity, hoping.
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