Category: Supernatural, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction Release Date: January 2015 Tour: April/May, 2015 Available In: ebook, 280 Pages "Jonah" by Vince Lane is a work of literary fiction, a period piece written in accented vernacular. The story is staged in small town Louisiana in the 1930's during the great depression. An elderly black hobo "Jonah" shows up begging at the door of two ladies humble shotgun shack. Though they are poor, they feed him. So he returns the kindness doing a couple of odd jobs to repay them. They take a somewhat mystical trusting, and immediate liking to Jonah and offer him a job. Throughout their time together many amazingly good outcomes happen for the ladies and their families as they are touched by turmoil after turmoil. The story unfolds a murder and cover up involving a prominent Judge who turns out to be responsible for the hit and run death of one of the ladies husbands. There is tragedy and death involved, but in the end, the human spirit is triumphant when they realize, only after Jonah has left their midst, that he had been an angel sent to help them through some otherwise horrible times.
About Vince Lane:
Vince Lane has been writing most of his life, he first began seriously writing literary material around 1980. At the time he was a musician, singer/songwriter, poet, and professional entertainer living and working in Los Angeles, California. As a writer Vince Lane has always maintained an unabashed style, paying little if any attention to convention. Unlike many writers, he has never settled down into any particular genre having written sci-fi, horror, supernatural, literary, mystery, action adventure, justice, and experimental fiction in iambic pentameter. "I have enjoyed writing what I like, what I want, the way I want, and I stay true to that artistic freedom to this day."- Vince Lane Twitter: https://twitter.com/VinceLaneBooks FB: https://www.facebook.com/VinceLaneBooks Google +: https://plus.google.com/115586990110647359289/about
As I stood in front of the aged old shotgun shack I once called home, now decaying into ruin, the memories of the love that once echoed inside those crumbling walls flooded my heart. When I heard that the highway department would soon be tearing down all the little shacks along the Old Boyce Road I had to come back to Alexandria for one last look. A montage of childhood memories ran through my mind as I was transported back in time to a harder, but a much simpler way of life.
There was the vivid memory of one particular person who we knew only as Jonah. I can only look back fondly at the time that he graced our lives with his presence, making the mundane seem like magic, yet at the same time feel a bit sorrowful that he had left us by the time we came to realize his purpose.
Even in the midst of the tragic things that befell us all at the time, and the misery we endured in the events leading up to his arrival, Jonah’s visit into our lives enriched us all beyond description.
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A drunken man walking along a single car bridge on a dark two way road turned up the last shot in the half pint whiskey bottle he was carrying in his hand. He swayed back and forth a bit as he looked up at the stars on that clear moon lit Louisiana night. The man leaned over the bridge railing, and dropped the empty bottle into the bayou and watched as it splashed into the black water below.
At that same instance, the driver of a speeding car turning onto that same road had just turned up the last shot in his own whisky bottle, and was not watching the road as he sped toward that same single car bridge spanning the Rapides Bayou.
The man on the bridge turned and was blinded by the headlights of the fast approaching car. As though frozen by fear, he stood there and crossed his arms over his face.
At that same instance the man driving the speeding car spotted the man on the bridge but it was far too late to stop. He slammed on his breaks but lost control as the car skidded directly into the man on the narrow bridge pinning him between the car and the bridge.
Unseen, a third man awakened by the crash watched from the bank of the bayou as the driver backed up the car a bit and got out. He looked all around as though looking to make sure that no one was watching, and then he kicked the man he had just killed off the bridge down into the bayou with a splash. He again looked around one last time then climbed back into the car and sped away. The driver of the car never saw the man watching from below.
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