Fenton's Death

Fenton's Death

by S. Elizabeth

ISBN: 9781518818646

Publisher S. Elizabeth

Published in Romance/Romantic Suspense, Literature & Fiction/General, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

Emm and Francine grew up with Fenton. He was their neighbor, best friend and big brother all in one. Fenton thought he loved both his friends equally but one day as a young man he realized he had to make a choice. But what would his choice do to the 3. And then...Fenton died. Fenton's Death is a love story. You might say it is a story about a love triangle...a love triangle with a twist.

Sample Chapter

May 1970: A rainy Saturday night, about eleven thirty.

"County Sheriff's Patrol, Gaston here, out of Chelsea; I have what appears to be a single car accident near the corner of N. Territorial and 52. You know the curve, over by the Tibbet property. Call for an ambulance Cindy, I'm sure there are injuries or worse. Will investigate and get back to you. Over."

"Copy that. Emergency services are on the way, be there about five minutes Sam. They were in the vicinity for another call that didn't require transport. The wagon is empty Sam. Over."

Hank Tibbet witnessed the spinning lights, heard the screeching tires and the distinct sound of something heavy hitting something solid. That old oak tree off the curve is so scarred up; it had claimed many lives over the years that Hank has lived here. The curve is clearly marked with signs but too many drivers are just in too much of a hurry or they are drunk. Hank knows drunk when he sees it as he staggers up onto his front porch to watch the tradgedy play out. His wife Libby yelled out with her screeching, nagging voice.

"I called it in Hank. Just you stay put you ol' drunk bastard; the police are on the way. I tol'em I witness it. Don't be talkin' if they axe' ya. You dun know nutten."

Actually Libby did witness the spin out on the curve, as she was standing in the door way waiting for Hank to come home; it was about his time.

"Ol' drunk bastard, jes you don't be sayin' nutten. They be throwin' ya ass in jail for drunk drivin' again."

The young patro officer began to investigate the scene. He found the driver wedged between the seat back and the steering wheel, pinning him forward. He was heaving back and forth, gagging and sucking on the blood in his throat. Blood streamed down his face from a gash in his forehead and a broken nose and his eye lids were already swollen shut, filled up like little purple balloons. His own mother would not recognize him. Sam twisted the door open and two or three bottles fell out onto his boots.

"Stupid drunks out trying to kill themselves, why don't you just drink at home and put a gun to your head; stupid dam drunks?" Sam put his hand on the victim's shoulder. "I'm here to help...can you hear me Buddy, can you talk to me, do you hear me? Help is on the way." 'He needs more help than I can give right now.'

Sam made his way around the rear of the car flashing his light back and forth looking for anyone or anything to add to his assesment of the accident. His light flashed on the license plate covered in mud. As he rubbed it clear a painful dread welled up in his stomach and rose to his chest. He knows that plate number; seen it a hundred times or more.

"Dear God no, please no." His voice sounded like a dog yowling in pain as he slashed his way through the brambles to the passenger side of the car. The front door was gone, twisted off, gone. Sam knows who the driver is and therefore the moaning sound he hears off to his right must be..."Oh God, please...please. Where's that ambulance? Please no..."

The full moon light bounced off the wet surfaces and the cattails. He felt sick. His heart is palpitating and fluttering. He gags back the acid in his throat as he makes his way toward the other victim.

"Dispatch, Cindy...where's that ambulance? Their gonna die...too much blood, too much...their gonna die." Sam's voice normally very calm is now edged with hysteria as he sloshed over to her.


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S. Elizabeth

S. Elizabeth

Sharon E. Linden grew up in Hell, Michigan. This profile picture shows 9 year old Sharon enjoying a 'snow day' off from school, throwing a 'Snowball in Hell' as Mayor Erdly Vansickle playfully ducks, posing for the Livingston County Press camera . Miss Sharon E. Linden (S. Elizabeth) retired after 40 years working for the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

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