by John Leach



Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 4/9/2012

Format : E-Book
Dimensions : N/A
Page Count : 116
ISBN : 9781468576764
Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 116
ISBN : 9781468576757

About the Book

The story tells of the dangers of wishing that things were of a simpler time. After a near death accident our hero is rendered comatose, but shares a division of his unconsciousness with another time and place. What he believes to be reality is anything but. The joy of love; brings pain and sorrow that he must overcome. And then the endless toil of being a yeoman must be endured on the way back to his true reality. The question is will he ever get there?

About the Author

Chronologically speaking I grew up during the Great Depression and the hardships of World War II. I graduated from high school three months after the Korean War ended. Got married and had a bus load of kids. Now I am retired and live in Florida to write books that no one will ever read. But, life wasn’t always that simple. During the 1930’s the country had more than its share of communicable disease, and I was on the receiving end of one of them; it was called scarlet fever. It left my sister with a small heart murmur, and for me there was no tell tail signs of any problems until I entered the first grade. Sister Catherine would set aside fifteen minutes every afternoon for all the children to take a timeout. We would put our heads down on the desk, close our eyes and pretend to sleep. It was then I realized there was a whole world of sounds all around me. With my ear to the desk I could hear people walking in the hallway and what sounded like the janitor opening the door to the school furnace and shoveling in coal. I became so fascinated with these new sounds I took every opportunity to put my head down on the desk, and makeup stories that would go with these new sounds. Well Sister Catherine, sent a note home to my mother stating I was in dire need of more sleep. So my mother being the caring loving woman she was put me to bed every night at 6 o’clock. Why is that important, because I used that time to imagine all kinds of stories, and I’m still doing it today. It would be another seven years before anyone, even me, realized I was hearing impaired.