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:
Down the River unto the Sea by Walter Mosely
“Your mother sent me, Jacob.”
“She did?” One eye opened wide while the other strained for sight.
“You okay?”
“They hit me. They hit me hard.”
“Did you steal that money?”
“Are you going to take me home?”
From the looks of him I would have said he was midtwenties, but he spoke like and had the manner of a child.
“Not right this minute, but if you answer my questions truthfully, I’ll do my best to prove you innocent.”
That’s when he started crying.
