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The Man Who Carried Guilt

The Man Who Carried Guilt

by Thomas Zman

ASIN: B075V2Z9X9

Publisher Thomas Zman

Published in Literature & Fiction/Short Stories, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Literature & Fiction

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A generation has passed since these stories were first written. They now compile a Novella, each attached to the other, and finally to a character in each of my books. Recount the secret that bonds two men in a not so equal friendship. Experience the hapless direction of one man and the greed-driven demise of the second while ultimately the interplay of lust cajoles the spirits of both. Please enjoy these wonderfully provocative and pragmatic tales.

Sample Chapter

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Buck, you just hit him and kept going.”

“He’s OK. I saw him moving in the mirror.”

“It’s my dad’s truck. What am I – “

“Just tell him you hit a deer. Besides, this old thing is pretty beat up.”

“We have to go back.”

“If we go back, it’s all over.”

“It’s the right thing.”

“Let me tell you the right thing.” Buck fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. His hand was shaking. “My dad did the right thing -- once. He went back to an accident scene. Didn’t even have anything to do with it.” He flicked his lighter. “Just being a Good Samaritan. They arrested him and he spent the next three years with lawyers and court appearances.”

“But my dad’s gonna know.”

“Tell him it was deer and that’s it -- Got it!”

That was over a year ago. Avery couldn’t help but think about it every time he was around Buck. So he tried not to think about it, again, as the wind rushed in through the open windows of Buck’s Red Fiero. Buck was behind the wheel, again, smoking a cigarette, scanning radio stations. Avery sat slouched-down in the passenger seat, his feet up on the dashboard, his eyes closed.

“What’s up with all this hillbilly music?” said Buck over the wind and the roar of the engine. He drew heavily on the cigarette, then flicked it out his window, disgusted.

“That’s the beauty of it out here,” replied Avery, opening his eyes. “The fresh air in your face, the laid-back pace. It’s a different world.”

“You’d think the least they’d have is Top-Forty,” Buck complained, finally settling. “And get your feet off my dashboard! I just bought this thing. She’s a classic.”

“Yeah, maybe in another ten years.”

The skies had been threatening rain. But now the clouds were clearing, allowing the sun its chance to peek through. It was late spring, High School Graduation all behind them. Buck and Avery were returning from the County Fair. It had been uneventful, but filled their day. Cruising down the country road, surrounded by miles of golden wheat fields, Avery felt the earthen peace, a state of mind unachievable in their own bustling town -- a town that never learned the truth behind what happened just outside their limits, late that spring night.

He noted the farmhouses tucked away in the corners of huge properties, long dirt driveways leading from them to the roadway, where simple mailboxes stood. He noted how the houses were all run-down and fenced-in; pick-up trucks and usually several broken-down cars, bulking machinery parked on small patches of grass in front of them. There’d be huge barns just behind these houses; corrals with horses, perhaps some other livestock. The rest, just acres and acres, seemingly endless golden acres of flowing wheat – near ‘bout ripe for harvest.

Avery focused his thoughts on the farms since they had started back, pushing down the memory, the pain, the anguish he’d often endure whenever in the company of Buck. Coming up on his left, there approached yet another farmhouse. However, this one was different. For from the house, leaping from its porch and along down the dirt driveway, a girl came running, waving her arms, calling to them.

“Jesus! What the --“ shouted Buck, slamming on the brakes, spinning the car around. He crossed the centerline and wheeled back on the gravel shoulder.

They came upon the girl standing by her mailbox, perfectly composed, hands upon her hips.

Continues...

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Author Profile

Thomas Zman

Thomas Zman

I have authored several short stories and currently, have both my novels, From Whence They Came and Beyond Imagination available in both e-book and print. My interests include UFO's, Ancient Civilizations, space travel, and philosophizing (which I have learned to moderate in my latest writings). I have also just recently compiled a short novel that pieces together four of my short stories into a flowing work I call The man who carried Guilt. This particular piece of fiction has no alien or scientific premise, however it is the starting point for two of my characters who show up in both my books. My second book, a novella, is currently being showcased on this site and Goodreads. Notably, some of my works stem from observations/experiences of my own life; infused with imaginings inspired by the greats: H G Wells and Jules Verne. I plan to continue my path of fiction and create stories of interest that others will hopefully enjoy.amazon.com/author/thomaszman

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