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LK Hunsaker Ella M Kaye
a rough-cut book bubble about
The Texture of Glass
Literature & Fiction
Author Insight
Jumping to Conclusions
We all do it. We see something or hear something and fill in the parts of the story we don't actually know with assumptions. It's human nature. It's also devastating to relationships of all kinds. Human minds don't like voids. If we don't know, we assume or presume or otherwise fool ourselves into thinking we do. So often, we're very wrong. OFTEN we are very wrong. Especially in these days of social media where we talk to people we don't really know, we get ourselves into all sorts of messes by using our own experiences and thoughts to define how we feel about something that's said, or even the person themselves. The harm it causes is often unfixable, unless we're lucky. ---James is lucky Isabel is more open minded and forgiving than many, and yet, she does have her limits.
Book Excerpt
The Texture of Glass
*adult language excerpt*
“Told you I can’t sing.”Her head shook. “You’re crazy. You sing better than I do. Much better.” She brushed at the moisture. “And you play beautifully. Even...”
“Even with the wrong hand.”
“Yes. But... Your touch. Oh James, you are so much more a natural than I am. I’ve had to force every bit of it. Technically I do okay, but you, you’re a natural. It’s inside you.”
He felt his jaw clench and gave it back to her. “Was.”
“No.” She took it but didn’t seem to want it. “Are. You are. I wish...”
“You wish you could have heard me before?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Should I have said that?”
“I wish I would have met you before, before you gave your child away.” Shoving up from the cement, he jumped down off of it and treaded up the stone steps partly filled in with weeds.
A natural. Yeah, so he’d been told. What did it matter now? He didn’t want it anymore. He’d stopped wanting it. He had to stop. And if she’d given up her child, she should just get the hell over it and stop letting it interfere, since she apparently hadn’t wanted it to interfere.
She was out of breath by the time she caught up. “James...”
“You’re too out of shape for a singer. That’s your biggest issue, you know. I mean other than the fact you’re mourning things you should really let go. You made your choices. Fine. Deal with it and move the f*** on.” He knew how bad it sounded as he said it, but truth was truth.
She stared a moment, then walked away, up the rest of the stone steps, through the small space at the top corner that led to a gravel parking area.
His heart tightened hard in his chest. What in the hell had just happened? Why in the f*** would he say that to her?
Crouching low enough to pull weeds coming up through the cracks in the stone, he heard a car door slam, heard the engine start, heard the crunch of tires on gravel; she was leaving.
F***. Knowing he’d gone way too far, he pulled out his phone and hit her number. Four rings. Five. Messages kicked in. She wouldn’t answer, not that he blamed her. But damn, why did she have to be so damned touchy? He was the one fighting... and he wanted a drink. He wanted to go down to Sam’s where he’d first seen her and...
Shit. He texted Bruce: SOS. At the park.
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