it’s monday. time to get at it again. you think you need a break?
no.
according to nathaniel rateliff and his night sweat buddies, you ain’t worked hard enough.
It was a Monday, the only truthful day of the week. All other days were liars. Only Monday told you how bad your life really was. It had been a long, gray winter, but that morning in March the sun filtered through the trees on the east bank of the Seneca River and tried to convince her that this Monday would be different. It was the twenty-ninth spring for Savannah Joyce and she would be nobody’s fool. Especially not Monday’s.
copyright 2004, joseph e bird
This is the opening of my first novel, Counsel of the Ungodly.
Joseph E Bird 