by M. Jonathan Lee
"Following a tragic car accident, Michael Sewell is alone for the first time. The loss of his wife, Margaret after thirty years of marriage has left a hole far greater than Michael could have imagined.
Persuaded to go on holiday, by his daughter Jane, a page blown from a book crosses the pool and sticks to his chest. The words from the page resonate with Michael, describing in detail the exact events leading up to the accident.
Now, Michael must delve into his past and face his future, taking him and his family on a horrifying and tragic journey toward the truth."
That evening the conversation in the pub had not gone exactly how the woman had expected. It had gone exactly how the man expected. He had been preparing for this for some time.
The woman had been trying, as the man had requested, to ‘book an appointment’ with him for a number of weeks. He was busy at work. He didn’t have time for a drink. She had waited patiently, rebuffed over and over but tenaciously persevering like a summer wasp. Each time she was refused his time, she would return with unrelenting persistence. She would get her moment. She would have her say. The man believed he knew what the woman had to say and internally conceded he would allow her ‘her’ moment. Just not yet. First, he needed time.
One evening a number of weeks earlier, he had finally relented and suggested they go to a country pub to have the conversation the woman so desperately wanted. She was unsure why he had picked this particular pub over any of their usual, more local choices. However, due to the nature of what she had to say and the fact that they were likely to bump into friends or perhaps clients, she felt that on this occasion she could allow this.
They shared the usual small talk on the ten-mile journey, each knowing that they would speak about something much larger when they arrived. At the pub the man ordered his usual whisky and water, the woman her small Chardonnay. The pub was long and thin, with the exterior stone visible in places. The cream walls were lit with mock-Victorian gaslights which housed amber-coloured light bulbs that jumped and crackled in a predefined pattern. The man directed her to a small, quiet corner which he had selected on his previous solitary visit. He hadn’t noticed the light bulbs that day, as it had been a busy lunchtime with bright sunshine streaming through the chipped white window frames.
The woman had considered ordering a large glass of wine but decided against it as she wanted to be completely clear when she said what she had to say. She had rehearsed the conversation over and over in her head for as long as she could remember. It had forced her awake on too many nights over so many years whilst he lay asleep beside her. She was therefore somewhat startled when the man spoke first, scattering her rigidly prepared conversation structure like dominoes.
“I know why we’re here, Margaret,” he said in a headmaster-like tone.
“You do?” she replied, already struggling to remain steadfast.
“Yes, I do, Margaret,” he replied, repeating her name for gravitas.
She immediately knew that she had lost control of the situation. She was used to this tone, that unwavering, quietly spoken ‘you are nothing without me’ tone. It was one of many other characteristics she had got used to during their thirty or so years of marriage: his condescending looks, his controlling nature, his ability to make her feel like she physically shrunk when he spoke to her. She couldn’t remember whether it had always been like this. The feeling of well, just drowning. Being caught in a funnel of rapidly reducing sand, spinning helplessly toward the narrow chute at the bottom. The life being sucked from you. A feeling of pure misery. Pure misery. No, she concluded, she couldn’t remember any other feeling as far as the man was concerned. But more recently she had begun to feel alive. It was a physical feeling, as if something inside her had burst and sent shockwaves from the centre of her body to her furthest extremities. To her fingers. Her toes. Her own mortality and her own happiness were now paramount. She could not continue to live this way. These thoughts flooded into her mind and mentally she returned to her script. She would not be overpowered. Not this time.
“Well,” she said, “then you’ll know I’ve been unhappy for some time.”
His eyes narrowed. “Margaret, if I could just stop you there...”
“…define ‘some time’.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A SPECIAL UPCOMING CONTEST FROM THE AUTHOR
The Page has 15 clues which to a lesser or greater extent give away the twist in the final chapter. The clues are inserted into the text and hopefully are well-hidden. To celebrate the release of The Page in February 2015, a competition will be run. We will invite people to identifythe clues and enter (when they have ten or more - as some may be so well hidden they are never found) through my website www.jonathanleeauthor.com. The competition will close 163 days after the release of The Page, and the winner (i.e. the one who identified the most clues - in the event of a tie - at random) will win:
1) One month's royalties earned from The Page;
2) The original manuscript (of which there is only one);
3) A numbered and signed copy of The Page - review copy - there are only 20 of these worldwide;
4) A signed copy of my back catalogue in paperback or kindle version;
5) The Page promotional mug;
6) A free signed copy of all future novels released by me for life.
The overall winner will win 1-6 above. 2nd/3rd will received 4-6 only.
Jonathan Lee was born in a small mining town somewhere in the north of England. His first novel, The Radio was nationally shortlisted in The Novel Prize 2012 for new authors, coming second from over 4,000 entries. The Radio was published in April 2013 and has received critical acclaim and sold more than 5,000 copies. His second novel, The Page is published in Spring 2015.
My website is here: www.jonathanleeauthor.com
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Page-M-Jonathan-Lee/dp/178462263X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1420220530&sr=8-1&keywords=the+page+jonathan+lee
The author will be awarding 1 of only 20 limited run signed review copy of The Page and a signed first edition of The Radio to a randomly drawn winner (International) via rafflecopter during the tour, and a Signed first edition of The Radio to a randomly drawn host.