Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Halcion novel excerpt
O’Reilly hurt, his entire body felt as though it had been run through a meat grinder. Getting old was a bitch, he thought. He swung his legs to the floor and grunted to a standing position. A wave of nausea passed over him and he stumbled on the sheets that had massed on the floor. He definitely had made an ass of himself last night. He'd drunk too much, talked too much, and had embarrassed himself by trying to pick up the young woman at the bar. Her words still stung. He felt old, but he really didn’t feel old enough to be her grandfather. These young people today didn’t show much respect, but the remark still stung, worse than the hangover. Worse yet, she’d made fun of him; the size of his belly, the receding hairline. She’d rolled her eyes and exchanged smirks with her girl friend when he mentioned his favorite music. Christ, he felt old. She’d cut him off at the knees. It was not a good feeling. He checked his body profile in the bathroom mirror. He had a big day ahead. He hoped it would be better than last night.