5500 Years From Home

Wednesday October 14, 2009
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5500 Years From Home

In addition to the 250 plus Lyrical Pieces that I have written and received Copyright Protection from the Library Of Congress - I have, also, written a Novel (copyrighted but not Published) entitled 5500 Years From Home. I am currently working on a 2nd Book entitled The Island that I am about 1/2 the way towards completion, .. but have suspended at this time.

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I have decided to, occasionally, post excerpts from

5500 Years From Home in this Blog space.
Today, we peruse the 4th page of Chapter 16 – Page 134.

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Enjoy !

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5500 YEARS FROM HOME

chapter Sixteen … page 134

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Ocean City

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There was the Old Time Picture Shop where families could dress up in historic old clothing and have their photos taken. This made it appear that they were, somehow, from the past. Thom laughed as he strolled by. If these people only knew where he had just been.
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He walked by the Ice Cream Store where he had bought a Hot Fudge Sundae once and couldn’t eat it all. He browsed the windows of stores selling Sunglasses, Bikinis, Novelty Items and Clothing Stores too numerous to mention. Thom decided that he needed a pair of Shorts to wear while at the Beach and so he stopped in one of the stores and bought a pair, some white socks and a T-shirt with an Ocean City 1987 decal. He put the new things on and carried his other duds in the store bag.
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Finally, he was at Division Street. This street was named that because it was the first street that you came to upon entering the resort town from the West via the Route 50 pike. There were maybe ten more blocks farther down the Boardwalk, where it ended at the Lighthouse by the Inlet. Basically, it divided the older buildings along the Boardwalk from the more modern ones.
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Thom located the French Fries kiosk and stood in the long line waiting for his turn. He could not help but notice an older woman starring at him. She was sitting on a bench nearby and her eyes had a puzzled appearance. The woman looked oddly familiar but Thom could not place her. She was wearing a long black dress with a tanked top revealing a beautiful Pearl Necklace. Thom decided that after he purchased his Bucket o’ Fries that he’d approach the woman. Maybe she’d speak to him and he’d figure out how he knew her and from where. The line snaked around behind the tables and chairs that were placed there for people to sit while enjoying their French Fries. After another five minutes or so, Thom received his order and paid. Then, he walked back around to where the elderly woman was seated.

… Finally, he was at Division Street. ..


LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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