Welcome to the Friday BoomerLit Blog Hop. I'm sharing with other authors who have written novels about people born during the Post War Baby Boom, now experiencing the next chapter in their lives. Check out the list of other authors participating this week, here:http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.com/
Read a snippet from my novel TELL THEM I DIED, below. The story continues with Jackson waking up in the hospital in Las Vegas, far from his home in Memphis.
Jackson barely peeped through his eyelids when he tried to respond, “Mmmp nnn.”
Oh no, my tongue is so swollen I can’t talk.
He looked around the room and then to his body, taking in the IV dripping into his right arm, the blood pressure cuff on his left, wires stuck to his chest and legs for an EKG monitor, and a damn catheter.
How did I get here?
He tried talking again, sounding like a cartoon dog. “Rmph rrlll.”
“Don’t try to talk Mr. Gooding. You had an allergic reaction." the nurse said.
I asked that woman if the gumbo had shellfish in it. She lied! I never had a reaction this bad before.
“It’s a good thing your lady took good care of you. When you collapsed, she called 9-1-1 right away. She thought you had stopped breathing. And the medics had difficulty giving you CPR. A gentleman your age, you have to be cautious. We had to put your medication in the IV. After the doctor sees you, he may remove the IV.”
My lady, my ass. That Bonita.
Jackson pretended to write on his hand, and let out a loud doggy sound.
TELL THEM I DIED is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. You can find direct links on my website:
http://www.sarahweathersby.com/books
14 comments:
Excellent! In just a few lines, you wonder what's up between Him and Her, well done!
Poor guy, not having a very good day, is he? I am feeling his pain! Nicely done ;-)
This sounds like there's trouble ahead.
Waking up in Vegas, in a hospital. Now that's not what one hopes for.
I love this scene! You did a great job of showing the guy's disorientation and frustration. I'm sure he also wasn't too pleased to hear the phrase "a gentleman your age." I already like this character and I want to get to know him better.
Great premise! Have to read this one!
j.
Great scene. Now I need to know more about "That Bonita."
This is very well-done. I like the way you put his internal thoughts in italics. And as someone else here said, it is apparent something is up between Mr. Gooding and Bonita!
Well done! Now I need to know more...
Mmmmm...Did Bonita sneak in the shellfish? It's on my "need to read" list. Thanks for sharing.
That Bonita is more than meets the eye.
I enjoyed "Tell Them I Died" immensely, and I remember this scene well. Certainly did get me wondering about Bonita!
Having been an ICU nurse in a previous life (when I was young stuff!) you described this scene very well. But, I loved the line, "My lady. My ass." HA! You've got me going here - look forward to reading more! Great job!
Thanks, everybody for your comments.
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