Today, I’m releasing the prologue from In the Wake of Wanting. I made two graphics for it, but I’m doing a text-only version (like it’ll appear in the book) below them, if you prefer to read it that way. 🙂
A good man treads away
But his thoughts stay
Behind with the woman he loves
But can’t hold. Not today.
In the wake of wanting
He abandons parts of himself:
His heart. His desire. His future.
His future.
His future, he casts aside in his past
And for that, what has he to live for? To work toward?
In the wake of wanting
He leaves everything and retains nothing,
And that has to be good enough for him.
For her.
For now.
Another man runs.
Can he even be called a man?
It never looks back; never gives thought
To the women it’s taken
But not once loved.
In the wake of wanting
It leaves no discernible trace.
It’s cold. Methodic. Ruthless.
It lives in the present. It. Lives.
While the victims in its past slowly shy away
Lie awake
Cry, ashamed; pray to die.
In the wake of wanting
Through taking everything, it has even less, yet presses on.
Taking, taking. Taking more.
In the Wake of Wanting ©2016 Lori L. Otto
Lori L. Otto, author 