Born in 1957,
Paul J Donaldson lives in a small town in Southeastern CT.
He worked in the defense industry and is now retired to a quieter life
He has written poems and short stories since his teen years.
James Hart steps off a curb. The driver of a red Honda never sees him. James lies dying in the street, until the touch of an elderly gentlemen heals him.
Now a gift has been passed on and James must answer the call to heal seven individuals, not of his choosing.
How many of those who receive a second chance are deserving?
A drifter came into town, behind the wheel of a white 1960 Impala. Two fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror. He called himself Joey.
Joey fell from Miller’s Bridge to his death on the rocks below,
Now, five years later, another drifter comes into town, driving a white 1960 Impala with dice hanging from the rear view mirror
and the grave of Joey the drifter is empty
Thirty-eight years ago they killed it, sealed it in a tomb within the earth. Only evil never dies... completely.
The darkness has called to itself, Apathy, Lust, Greed and Pride. It will feed its hunger on the denial of their sins.
The darkness has called one who will feel its caress,one who seeks righteousness while tasting the decadent. She is its herald.