Lost Echoes
Chapter One
Honky-tonk Rhythms and the Gears of Fate
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Later, as an adult, Harold Wilkes would remember the childhood events that started it all, and he would think: If only I had slept through the night.
It wasn't much to hang on to. In fact, it was nothing. It was the old "had I but known" cliche from cheap paperback novels. But he thought about it from time to time, and wondered.
Because the way things turned out, hearing what he heard, seeing what he saw, knowing what he knew, it was no way to live.
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Inside the living room, the way the windows were arranged, it was as if Harry were looking out of the compound eye of a bee. At six years old he didn't know about the compound eye of a bee, but he loved the way the world looked through those windows.
High up there on an East Texas hill, with the blue curtains pulled back, the windows tall and plenty, running all across one side of the room, he could see the road, and down from that a honky-tonk, then the highway and a drive-in theater surrounded by a shiny tin fence.
Wonderland.
If the windows were the eyes of a bee, they were filmy eyes, because they were ... read full excerpt from: Lost Echoes ebook
