|A Taste Of A Novella.|
May 13, 2018
(Started April, Twenty-eighteen.)
Draft excerpt only.
"Bradley's love life reads like The Book of Psalms gone wrong. He has eight children to five very different women dotted around the country. Apparently, he loves them all. The women, that is, not the kids, though he does pay a very generous child support for each and every child, no matter what their age. Small gestures of affection to a child is as far as it goes with father Bradley. His general indifference to his children has seen sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers etc., take up the slack and dote on the large patchwork of Bradley's kids all the more.
He could walk into any family member's home and be greeted by, for example, a routine : "Hi dad! I'm here for the holidays," at which Bradley is just as routinely known to flinch, duck his head, kiss the offspring on the head and make a fast getaway. Like I've written before. A modern-day neanderthal wonder is Brad Williams. A real piece of work. "
(Hopefully? I finish the f***ker.)