December 19, 2013
Novel + Poetry.
Levi exhaled, leaning back into his seat. He twirled the fountain between his fingers, slowly. Why the red Volkswagen? The padded bag took his shoulder by surprise and Levi emerged from his thoughts abruptly, belatedly turning to glance at a tall, pin-stripe suit with a slanted gait. The man turned sharply as he reached a chair, swung his overcoat around the back of the chair frame and gradually began to smooth out the lapels. Levi cautiously laid the pen down on the table, and watched the man. He was taking a long time to settle. Too long.
Philosophical, creative poet exploring thriller fiction.