Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 07/13/14
A weekly festival of writers sharing excerpts from their work.
Many different genres; something for everybody.
Here is a passage from my unpublished young adult manuscript called BEING BENITO CARLEFFA.
Ben was recently told that his mother had died.
I clenched Mom’s pin in my pocket––twisted, turned, and squeezed it tight enough to tear it in two, until the point jabbed my pinky. “No!” Yanking my hand out of my jeans, I sucked my stinging finger and gave it a rapid shake. Next, my hands covered my face and then worked their way to the top of my head where I clutched my hair in a firm grip. My heart pounded in my ears as I rocked forward and back continuously. “You’re lying.” I grit my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut to keep my tears inside. “Dammit!” I punched the door. “Why won’t you tell me the truth?”