You people in the cold North East; Do you get tired of the snow? In California’s Northern Cities do you get tired of the rain? I remember my service days when I was stationed in Requa , California, high up a mountain cliff, a radar station overlooking the Pacific Ocean as an auto mechanic. I lived through one hundred and five inches of rain, I swear I was growing mushrooms on my skin! I could not wait for the rain to stop. I live in Aguacate, Costa Rica now and love it, but in two thousand and fifteen, I believe we hit the two hundred inch mark of rain. I do not complain about the rain; I walk in the rain and thank God for the beauty rain creates.
This October, we had a considerable amount of rain and I wrote quite a bit. So much writing I got tired of sitting on furniture. You ever get tired of sitting? I wrote so much it made me tired. I love to write! Today was a beautiful day, but the day before it rained forever. The lightning lit the dark sky and the thunder shook the house. It amazes me the amount of rain produced by this storm. The river was overflowing with rain water. One of my friends went to Tilaran and could not get back to Aguacate. He had to stay at a hotel in Tilaran because the road was closed. Seven mudslides from Aguacate to Tiliran, but the next day he made it back to Aguacate. As he described the road on the way home his eyes would widen. Stacks of mud and debris four feet high in seven different areas of the road. I wrote away at my casa and did not venture out. Two or three days later I went to Tilaran enjoying a clear beautiful day.
Do You ever confront a storm or do you wait it out? I am almost finished the manuscript for my follow up novel of the Man with a limp. It is called the Chameleon Returns. A few more chapters to correct and I will send it to Litfire Publishing. My first novel is in the printing stage and should be out soon. I hope you have a chance to read my first novel. Critics are welcome! Until then, Pura Vida!
Excerpt from “ The Man With a Limp
The restaurant is full and a young man with a backback sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair and blue eyes and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man and knocks him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator and Max bites his hand so hard he twist off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the mans body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the agents handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a special building set up specifically to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is found in a trash can . It has a timer set to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a bomb box hooked up to an off road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, ten feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity;Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see any one leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the boy in the middle of the crowd, and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky notifies the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the middle of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator. The sniper finds the boy and watches him look up in the sky as if he was praying. A fire rings out and the boy drops like a pile of washed linen. He had his hand in his pocket. A young girl, standing next to him has blood splattered on her face and bikinied body. She stands stiff and frozen like a little Barbi doll, frightened, tears rolling down her checks. Her eyes frozen in time, unable to comprehend what just happened. Lucky runs up to her; a towel in hand her softly ask her how she is as he gently wipes the blood from her face. She collapses into his arms as he holds her tight and listens to her sobs: ” what is happening here? She ask. Lucky calms her down and gives her to a medic. An agent finds the detonator and the boy wrapped in a vest of C4. “what is with these young boys becoming terrorist? Where are they getting C4?” Ask Lucky. The agent does not respond, he has no answer for Lucky.