A Preview

Okay, in lieu of my recent obsession with reading, I have been getting the urge to start up writing again.  And I only think it fair to brag, that last month, I finished my first novel.  I still have to get it edited and copywritten before sending it to publishers, but it is done.  So, I decided to post a sample:

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“So,” said Hans after their tale, “Where did you plan to go?  Here?  I don’t think you would be safe here.”

“Well, I don’t know if Maran had the same thought as I, “ Lorelei said with a suspenseful grin, “but I thought of leaving Bremerhaven.  Actually, leaving Germany altogether!”

The reaction was not at all like she hoped.  The faces of the men were silent and horrified.

“Leave Germany.” John said, a look of amusement on his face, “Why would we leave Germany?”

“Because,” Lorelei stammered, realizing how ridiculous it sounded for her to ask four men she barely knew to come away with her to another country when they weren’t in any danger of being caught.  Why should they leave their home for her?

“Because I don’t want to face it alone.” She finished lamely.

“Are you asking for our help?” Said Michello with a smile.

Lorelei sighed, “I suppose.  But I’m hoping more for companionship.”  

“I’ll go with you.” Maran said, finally.  Lorelei looked at him to see if there was truth in his words.  He gazed at her, his eyes sharp with sincerity.

Michello winced somewhat before replying, “I’ll go, too.”

The girl looked at John expectantly, “Well?”

“Sure, I’ll go, if it means seeing France.” John grumbled.

Hans gazed around at the faces of his friends.  They were gazing back at him in anticipation, waiting to hear what his decision would be.

“I can’t.” He whispered.

“What?” John said, somewhat harshly.

“What are you talking about? Of course you can come!  I’ll be paying your way.” Exclaimed Lorelei.

“It’s not that.  I just don’t want to.” He stammered.

“That’s alright.  If he doesn’t want to come, that’s fine too.” Maran said hesitantly.

“May we ask why you don’t want to go?  I’m asking because I wouldn’t want to leave you all by yourself in Bremerhaven.  I would stay here with you.” Michello said. 

“No, you should go.  This reason is all my own.” Hans replied, “But I will tell you why if you wish.  For years now, as we rampage the streets, I have kept my eye out for a certain man, hoping to find him.” He took a deep breath, “I’ve been looking for my father.  I know it sounds stupid, but I really want to see a part of my family, especially since everyone else I have ever known is dead.”

“I realize your reasons, Hans,” spat John, “but your father, as I heard, was a drunk!  Why, ever would you go back to that?”

“I can’t expect you to understand my motives.  It’s just something I have to do, you know?  You all should really go off to France.  I can do this better alone.”

“Alright.  It’s a deal.  We’ll leave you here, but you must promise us one thing.  Go with us for a beer.  I’m sure Lorelei could spare us a little money.  After all, it’s our last night together.” Maran said.

Lorelei took a quick look at her bundle.

“I’ll buy you each one drink,” she smiled.

“Oh, I like her.” John grinned.                    

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