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An Introduction to Right Handed Lefty
|Posted by Ryan Coughlin on August 24, 2017 at 9:55 AM|
Right Handed Lefty is a book about Ellis Sayre who was thought of as “very different”. Ellis is a twelve-year-old orphan who lived in Native America. It is the year 1983 in Boscobel, Wisconsin, also known as the southwestern corner of the state, the driftless area. A few years ago, Ellis’s adoptive parents lost a son and welcomed Ellis into their home to deal with their grief of their lost child. Ellis and his two friends, George, and Mason, witnessed a murder by a local kingpin while they were stealing a day-old bread for a friend in need. Ellis reported it to the local authorities where he was shown away, as they believed it was a made-up story. The boys ran to Grandad’s Bluff in La Crosse (WI, beside the Mississippi River) as they were trapped and feared for their lives. Two stories merge in Right Handed Lefty, the stories of a World War II Veteran and an orphaned Native American during the early 1800’s, are weaved to bring Ellis Sayre’s roots to light…
Enjoy an excerpt from the 18th chapter…
Ellis lay awake, adrenaline pumping wildly. He, for once in his life, was sure of something. Danger loomed, Marty deserted him, and Suzanne’s words played repeatedly in his head. “You were a mistake.” It was time to leave.
He waited for the right opportunity to make a clean escape. Marty hadn’t yet come back. That is, if he planned on returning.
Unexpectedly, Ellis fell asleep. His dreamland was a black, timeless abyss.
In his dream, Ellis felt the devil’s presence. His spun around to tell where it was, but all he saw was empty darkness. In pitch black, all you can see is what you feel, and Ellis felt, with complete certainty, the devil at his back. So he ran. The blackness was interrupted by flickering light. The switch flipped on, off, on, off. Ellis reached top speed, his feet felt light, through the flashes all he saw was a shadowy blur. He had to have created distance by now, but then there he was, the devil, directly in front of him. Through the blinking light, Ellis could see the faceless giant as he smiled widely, laughed maniacally. The devil loved the smell of fear. The beast choked on his own laughter. Ellis ran. He hit the brakes and turned a corner to get away, only to bump back into him. The devil pushed Ellis in another direction. Thanks for the help, devil. Ellis moved lightning fast. Somehow, his inner-warrior felt no fear. He was sure he’d escape the evil maze.
Again, Ellis thought he was in the clear. And that’s when the mouth filled with rows of razor sharp teeth appeared. The white, perforated blades were red-stained. The laughter was louder, more personalized. The faceless monster’s mouth chomped, teeth ready to mangle whatever entered. Ellis realized he was strapped to a conveyor belt that fed into the blood-thirsty mouth. The gateway grew larger. The razors chomped at a slow, torturous pace. Ellis fought. His inner-warrior cried out, but to no avail. His feet were about to enter the mouth.
Ellis woke up sweating profusely. It was hard to tell how much time had passed. He wasn’t sure if Marty had returned or not. He turned to his alarm clock. It was midnight. He hadn’t slept long.
Ellis put his head back down on his pillow, caught his breath. While he stared at the dark lit ceiling, all he could see were Old Man Schaefer’s eyes that glared back at him. Ellis couldn’t catch his breath. Not with those eyes that felt like two strong hands as they clenched Ellis’s neck.
The devil’s eyes smiled. Ellis could hear the laughter. Tonight’s the night.
Without any concern for noise control, Ellis got out of bed, put on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He snagged a solid navy blue hooded sweatshirt from his closet. Without thought, he emptied his piggy bank and put the cash and coin in his pockets; it was everything he had.
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