Today I'm posting the opening lines of something I'm calling Blinded by Light. It's a romantic mystery with a touch of Southern gothic.
Who in God's name was that?
From her position in the shade of the live oaks surrounding Mallory House, Diana Albright saw the man moving around on the wide front porch. The relentless beat of "Born to Run" drifted toward her in snatches through live oaks heavy with Spanish moss. The irony of the title made her smile. Funny hearing it when she'd finally quit running.
The stranger stepped fully into sight, and her breath caught.
Against the imposing lines of the antebellum mansion, he stood like a living, breathing David, a cross between the classical and a modern-day fallen angel.
Bare to the waist.
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Below is a picture my husband took of live oaks covered in Spanish Moss on St. Simons Island, GA.