And then I wrote some romance

Every so often I like to share what I’m currently working on.  As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m working on the manuscript for a story tentatively titled, ‘Clarice’.   I’ve got around 42,000 words so far.  While story development is slow, because I’m pulled in so many different directions, the story itself is coming along very nicely.

The characters are speaking to me during the day and whispering to me at night.  The width and breadth of action is increasingly expansive, the themes deep and meaningful, and the science—the physics—works to ground the story in realm of believability.

So here is a short extract from what I’ve most recently written.  I look forward to your comments and criticisms.


To say that Danny awoke would be a misnomer.  More correctly, Danny was awake.  Fully awake.  More awake than he had been in a very long time—however that might be determined—and that was good.  He wanted to be awake.  The smell of the leaves and the cool, crisp autumn air invigorated him.  For this moment, life was an enviable state to be in, and he wished he could make it last forever.  He was young and healthy and in love, with the entire universe waiting for him to achieve his destiny.

He was standing at the corner of Fifth and Main, with traffic humming by without a break.  And that was just so normal—people bustling down the sidewalks, cars honking, children laughing.  He was waiting for her, for Clarice.  This is where they met every evening after work.  She worked uptown, he worked downtown, and they met in the middle, just a few blocks from their apartment.

Danny paced at the corner.  He watched for her, straining to get his first glimpse of her.  That first glimpse would almost bring him to his knees, it made him so weak with love and wanting her.  He waited, afraid to look away—even at his watch—for fear that he might miss her, and that by missing her he might be lost to her forever.

Like a good soldier he stood his ground and kept his watch.  Then, from the crowd, as one might appear from a mist, there she was.  Tall, thin, and radiant, her long hair tucked under a knit cap.  She not so much walked as gracefully floated over the pavement.  At least to his eyes, there was no fault in her stride, there was only perfection in her walk.

As she approached, and his anticipation grew, he tried to remember when he first loved her, but he found it impossible.  It was like trying to remember his first breath or his first tear.  It just always was.  It was part of his being, and without it there was nothing.

When she arrived at the curb, traffic stopped.  He was sure it was for her that the traffic had stopped, that her stride be unimpaired, that her life be uninterrupted.

© Copyright 2017 by Kevin Fraleigh

Working Title, Part 2

I believe in Jesus,
He led me to you,
But your body’s unfaithful
And your heart is untrue.

I believe in Jesus,
He showed me the light
How I work every day
And you’re gone every night.

I believe in Jesus,
I don’t mean to complain,
But how can I live
With a life filled with pain?

Mary, oh Mary,
How do you do,
Can we spend a few minutes
Up in your room?

Mary, oh Mary,
Please help with my pain,
Cause I suffer from a love
That’s destroying my brain.

Mary, oh Mary,
God loves you and me,
Won’t you show me how much
While you’re down on your knees.

I believe in Jesus,
He gives me a smile,
Cause I haven’t seen her
For a very long while.

Yes, I buried her body
Just over the hill,
A dangerous thing
Is a love unfulfilled.

Mary, oh Mary,
So kind and so true,
The rest of my days
I’ll spend loving you.

The soldiers have come
To hang me today,
But I’m waiting for Jesus
To take me away.
© Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

Anniversary Poem

I wrote this for my wife, Malette, on our thirty-seventh wedding anniversary yesterday.

A lasting relationship,
as imperfect as it may be,
transcends mere love,
to form a bond that is stronger,
and is linked inevitably
to our mutual destiny.
© Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

Praying for the right man

Although Eleanor and Robert had pledged their love and set a date to be married, her mother still prayed fervently to God that a good man would come along to marry her.   Unlike her mother,  Eleanor realized that there were no good men or bad men, just complex men.  And Robert, for all his failings, was a complex man.
© Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.