The Daily Novel

Chapter Twenty
Marie went to Times Square, her first day in New York. She wanted the experience of standing in a swirling sea of strange faces and being just as unfamiliar to them as they were to her. She wanted the experience of walking down the street and being a total unknown. She wanted to experience [...]

Chapter Nineteen
The reporters cursed themselves for not being there. Though they were still returning regularly in search of crumbs of information, no one was keeping all-night vigil.  So of course, they all missed being there when the intruder struck. Still, they had a field day with the story. The would-be killer was a member of [...]

Chapter Eighteen
If Cole was, for once, restrained, the attitude wasn’t universal. In the days to come, it seemed everyone had something to say and was determined to find someone to say it to. Finding an interested reporter was easy; it seemed the population of Flamingo Cove had suddenly doubled with the influx of TV crews, [...]

Chapter Seventeen
She didn’t dare go to the hospital. She could just imagine! So she called her doctor’s office, then called the nurse-midwife with whom she had also consulted. “I’ll be right over,” Anna said. It was 10 PM by now. Why do babies love to get themselves born at night? Marie mused between contractions.
But in [...]

Chapter Sixteen
They noticed Marie was missing. Her car wasn’t there. She hadn’t been seen at home, or at Office Central, or anywhere else around. “Where’s your wife?” one of the vigil-keepers asked. The two reporters who were looking for an interview perked up and paid attention.
“Out of town for a little while,” Cole answered.
“Where’d she [...]

Chapter Nine
The tension had blown over by the next day.  Marie got up feeling mildly queasy but decided it was merely a nervous reaction to the previous day’s unpleasantness, not morning sickness. And in fact, she easily wolfed down a cup of coffee, four crisp strips of bacon, two fried eggs, and an English muffin [...]

Chapter Eight
Sheila sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. Marie, in the bathroom, called out anxiously, “I can’t pee. I’m too nervous.”
“Wait another hour. Try again,” Sheila sensibly suggested.
“I’ve waited three days already. I bought the damn test kit Wednesday. But I couldn’t do it when Cole was around, and then I was in [...]