Local History: A novel December, 2014
by Tim Heintzman
Now available in Kindle format at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M0TCOF6
Broken pieces of glass sparkled like diamonds under Eldon's shoes, between bridge traffic and an iron railing. The river flowed below, tiny eddies swirling hypnotically on its muddy surface. A darkness impenetrable lay beneath the thick water, eddies ostensibly benign, surface evidence of an undercurrent, some said, that could drag a person down into murky blackness from which there was no return. Dark water ate at the base of huge stone columns whose color was like dirty snow.
Half a pint bottle of cheap vodka lay nearby, its label still intact, one part fluttering in the April air. The floor of the bridge, a swath of thick metal grating, together with the melancholy harmony of rubber tires and air, gave song to a wavering, inexhaustible dirge, a high whine that crept up Eldon's spine. He shivered every time a car passed.