Snapshots
Chapter One
2004
To say that their marriage was in trouble was a classic understatement. Sure, he and Martine had
their problems like any other couple. They'd managed, though. In the past they'd congratulated
themselves on their strength under pressure, their determination to make the relationship work.
But this time was different.
An unwelcome guest had hitched a ride earlier when he stopped to pick up Martine at work, and it
began to whine in the vicinity of Rick's ear. He swatted at the mosquito, and the hum stopped,
then resumed. He slapped at it again, harder this time, and the noise ceased.
Martine glanced out of the corner of her eye, still defiant but incredibly beautiful. "Bet you wish that
was me," she said. "Bet you'd like to squash me flat." "Stop it, Martine," he said, keeping his voice
even.
She turned her head away, her pale hair glimmering in the headlights from oncoming cars. "If you
insist on going to this stupid party for Shorty, I have to stop by the house to get a wrap," she
said. The early-January breeze blew in on the promise of a cool night, mor ... read full excerpt from Snapshots ebook
