Sneak Peek 7: The Circus in Me, by S.M. Bjarnson

“Will you take me back home?” We were blocks away from his car and I made it obvious I lacked motivation to converse. I wanted to be alone and peaceful.We made our way back through crosswalks and cars halting at our right of way. He walked a few steps behind me giving the solitary woman her liberating space.
 We shuffled back to the apartment complex I saw a woman carrying in bags of groceries in one hand and a babe or two in the other. Her husband watching mediocre at the window smoking a cigar.
I didn’t understand this,  don’t think I ever will. No recognition of the duty in myself the way a wife lived in service for her husband, the way my mother had done for my father. Raise the children he had placed into her, neglecting to do other than be a role of command. 

S.M. Bjarnson

Circus in Me: Sneak Peek 4

She was taken back beneath excitement to something of gleam or gallant. They gravitated toward her, wanting to accept her, partake of her journey. She shivered in her conforming seat, contemplating these lifestyles almost in a judging manner but not quite.

Her hand was never raised in disapproving motions. She merely volunteered to be a rescue. As you would a lost dog, a homeless cat or any other pathetic animal you couldn’t help find but adorable.

They like her, they pulled at her. Bringing her into an embrace she had never experienced. Doc, the ringmaster placed a comforting hand on her shoulder welcoming her into his family of misunderstood individuals. He lead her down the line of performers. First the Bearded Lady, Mona, then Doc the manager and caretaker of the animals, Katarina, the tattooed beauty. The triplet acrobats near her age eyeing her shape and figure. She walked amongst these odd individuals; her fear unbearable now. She came to the conclusion she must shout out for some sort of help, but what kind of assistance was she asking for? A departure? A rescue from these odd fools, who she seemed to belong too, or maybe just maybe a helping hand. The mystic, Arunia, smiled at her as she lent an open hand, her voice was simple, but pretty. She hushed Trae Lai’s fears; she was home.

S.M. Bjarnson 

Circus in Me: Sneak Peek 2

The wind began to pick up and I shifted my memories of late yesterdays to early fore comings of today. How would I strive out here; on my own? How in this decaying world would I find the salvage to relinquish the modern thought of love, let alone life.

The posters on the blank billboard were torn with weather. I thumbed through the edges; they were keeping secrets. I managed to read what was left of a carnival poster hanging in the window. Today. Only today? I never was very good at reading coincidental signs or their premonitions, in my thought pattern I just wanted to go and see the show.

S.M. Bjarnson 

Circus in Me, S.M. Bjarnson

Super excited!!!! Here is a sneak peek of my new upcoming novel! The Circus in Me, due out January 2014, finishing touches, in the works!

Have a happy Thanksgiving or you're own holiday celebration!!

-S.M. Bjarnson