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The Kind Cloud Farm Rebellion(Day 9)
a novel (a page a day for as long as it takes)
Week 1, Day 8
*This was the very first novel I wrote. I started it in 1999 and finished the first draft in 2003. After several years of failed attempts to shop it around to literary agents and publisher I finally gave up. I still think it is a good first novel, so I’ve decided to share it here on Medium. Enjoy!
Chapter 3 (Page 9)
“What’s he doing there?”
“Geezer’s checking out the gravel lot for the Hip-In.”
Jeri was almost like a deputy to Yuma. Not in the sense that she did any law enforcement beyond the occasional disciplining of the customers in her bar, but she kept in tune with what was going on in Trajico Bay and freely passed any information onto Yuma. Over the years he’d learned to listen to her advice.
Yuma walked out the door marked emergency exit, but no alarms sounded. So many people had mistakenly walked through it in the past that Jeri had disconnected it long ago to save her ears. Geezer was in the back lot staring intently at the bare three acres of pea gravel and dirt. One mangy Cypress grew on the very edge of the lot and a few tufts of weeds.
“Hey Geezer, I’ve got a favor to ask.”
