Enigma in Entropy

Iron Eagle Redesign

Warts and All

The opening sequence to my NaNo novel, unedited, 'cause I'm- how do you say lazy, and make it sound like a good thing....?

PRELUDE

            There’s a woman sobbing at your husband’s grave.

You’ve never seen her before. You’d remember a woman like that, curvy from the candied amber waves of her hair to the brown sugar swell of her bosom, from the twin cherry roundness of pert derriere to the graceful sweep of ample lashes over eyes as blue as saltwater taffy. She is rocking back and forth with the force of her grief, and the heels of her expensive stilettos dig twin gouges in the freshly turned earth. You feel a momentary pang, followed by another: for a moment, you found yourself more wounded by the destruction of her shoes than you were by Caleb’s death.