Having finished Memories of a Ghost, (it’s currently being edited) I’ve started working again on my 2011 NaNoWriMo effort, Leap Year. Here’s a snippet:

dinerFall, 1959 

Rose had just started the second half of her double at Ken’s All-Nite Diner when two men burst through the door, punching and kicking each other. The smaller of the two, dressed in a brown leather jacket and blue jeans, struggled to escape larger man, who was covered head to toe in black and wore a ski mask.

Time seemed to slow. Her eyes had yet to fail her, but there was always a first time for everything. It was just past six in the morning, yet as the heavy wooden door drifted closed behind the struggling pair she could clearly see that it was nighttime.

Blinking, she turned to the huge window Ken had installed just six months ago. The bright morning sun made her eyes water. Swiveling back toward the entrance to the restaurant, she caught a final glimpse of the darkness beyond as the door completed its arc and slammed shut.

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No one wanted to stop their car for a dead man. They’d learned that lesson the hard way. After two hours of walking alongside Interstate 44 with their thumbs out, they were still only about ten miles outside of Mount Vernon, Illinois, the little town where Farris’ purple Le Sabre had dropped its engine block.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 20