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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It was the shank of the summer, when the sun is so hot and the air so humid that it’s all you can do just to suck in air. The green grass had turned a sort of scorched brown, and the trees had grown extra leaves just to replace the ones that had shriveled up and burnt off. The sky was so parched that it refused to rain, and the ground practically turned to dust beneath your feet. That’s how hot it was that summer, and that’s why what happened played out the way that it did.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 19