This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it.
from Page 56 of:
The shovel in his hands, the white sheet folded up onto the top of his head. The gallows.
The grave behind him. The Lieutenant’s arm around his shoulder.
The camp sign in the next picture. Todd Clarke in the background, watching. He picked up the phone, then thought better of it. Pay phones had become nearly impossible to find. Time to go buy a prepaid cell and make some calls.
This would be the last time, no matter what. Of course, that’s what he’d said the last time.
Freda Mans-Labianca
Very intriguing 56!! Sounds like an intense page turner! Happy weekend!
HCNewton
It was a heckuva page turner! Not an ounce of fat…pure adrenaline from page 1.