Excerpt—”The driver maneuvered through the narrow streets, where food carts with kerosene lanterns cast an eerie glow. Shadows flickered off whitewashed walls and disappeared into the recesses of foliage overhead. A chorus of feral dogs bayed in the distance, and the aroma of sweet tuberose wafted through the air. Villagers peered at them as they drove by in their finery. No quaint cottages marked their way. Laura observed only the poor, and it made her uneasy. The people lived their lives on the edge—the edge of the road. There they cooked, ate, slept, loitered, sold goods, or just squatted and observed. She had never been in a place like this. The atmosphere seemed charged and unsettled, as if at any minute something strange might happen.”

Published by Moonshine Cove Publishing, LLC