Father - a World War II novella.

 

Here it is!

 






January 1, 2022.

I've been wanting to write this story for sometime and finally got it on paper.

In 1942 everything is going good for Tanner Hill. He has a good job, two healthy sons and a wife who loves him. As he makes lots of extra cash with his moonshine, he can afford many luxuries his neighbours cannot. And he’s not worried about conscription.

However, he soon realizes good things do not last forever. One argument after church with a disgruntled man with revenge on his mind and Tanner’s world is turned upside down. Forced into making a choice, Tanner chooses to follow his brothers and enlists. He leaves for the fighting so far away as a private in the Royal Canadian Engineers.

It will be three years until Tanner returns home. It won’t be the same.

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Launch Date: February 19th, 2022
12:00 PM to 4:00 PM
Chapters Moncton.







December 27, 2021.

A teaser from Page 32. Chapter 6.

With the long hood and wraparound grill, wide whitewall tires, Leslie’s Chrysler is an eye-catcher. People stop and look when he cruises down Main Street. He laments on the ride to Moncton how much he’ll miss the car.  Tanner teases him.

“More than the wife?”

He doesn’t answer. 






December 22, 2021

A teaser from Chapter 0ne.

June 20, 1942.

 

Music from Ricky’s Dance Hall is blaring out the open windows. The Harnett brothers play guitar with Morty Filmore on the standup bass. Charlie Doyle plays the fiddle and his wife Nelly plays the washboard strapped to her chest. She’s the caller and sings her calls to the square dancers.



“Allemande left with your left hand,
follow through with a right-left grand.
Now leave your partner, the dirty ol’ thing,
follow through with an elbow swing”.




A teaser from Page 9.

Father.

A Tanner Hill story. July, 1942.

They begin discussing the latest war news when Lloyd McDuff, the village fop, approaches Tanner and pulls him aside. Tanner looks down at the shoes and sees himself in the shine. Baggy cuffed trousers and jacket in summer linen, light blue and airy. A paisley ascot in an open white shirt hides his weak chin. The white fedora shades eyes which are hard to trust. The smile is what the women like, the cunning is what Tanner hates. In a whisper, pleading in its resonance.

“Tanner, I need some help. I need some cash. Lend me fifty dollars.”


December 17, 2021

Another teaser from Page 4.

Tanner’s doing a good business himself. His ’39 Chevy coupe is parked in the tall grass behind the dance hall, trunk open. There are no windows on the building in the back. The moon is half full and the sky is clear enough that he can make out the numbers on the bills he’s being passed when someone buys his ‘shine.
 


December 19, 2021.

I am so excited about my newest story. I've been wanting to write it for a long time. Cover Reveal January 1, 2022. Father. Available January 15th.


"Tanner made the mash up three weeks before, having added the yeast last Sunday. It’s ready for distillation. He added it to the still and built a fire under it. Not much later, he’s holding mason jars under the drip line at the bottom of the wormbox. Copper tubing coming from the thumper, where it was distilled a second time, is wrapped in a coil through cold water from the brook. The vapor cools to a clear potent liquid of 120 proof alcohol. The mash has been simmering perfectly and he can smell the corn and the yeast."










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