THE WILDWATER WALKING CLUB
a novel
Chapter One
Day 1
132 steps
ON THE DAY I BECAME REDUNDANT, I BEGAN TO WALK. OKAY,
not right away. First I lay in bed and savored the sound of the alarm
not going off. I'd been hearing that stupid beep at the same ridiculous
time pretty much every weekday morning for the entire eighteen
years I'd worked at Balancing Act Shoes.
I stretched decadently and let out a loud, self-indulgent sigh. I
pictured the zillion-count Egyptian cotton sheets I'd finally get
around to buying. I'd pull them up to my chin to create a cozy cocoon,
then wiggle down into the feather bed I'd buy, too, a big,
fluffy one made with feathers from wildly exotic free-range birds.
I'd once had a pair of peacock earrings that came with a note
saying, "Since peacocks lose their feathers naturally, no peacocks
were harmed in the making of these earrings." I'd always meant to
look that up to see if it was a marketing ploy or if it was actually
true. If so, then maybe I could find a peacock feathe ... read full excerpt from The Wildwater Walking Club ebook
