A Change of Grace: Chapter 4

Title: A Change of Grace
Chapter: 4 of 41
Author: Sheryl
Rating: PG-13
Excerpt: Was it his fault Tay had taken off? No… He needed sleep, he insanely craved coffee, even though he rarely drank it, and he needed to find his brother. The police were huddled together, discussing options. Zac was all for digging the park into an archeological site, and he was losing patience.

A Change of Grace: Chapter 3

Title: A Change of Grace
Chapter: 3 of 41
Author: Sheryl
Rating: PG-13
Excerpt: Staring into the empty space where his family should be, he found himself willing it into reality. “Please, please, I’m sorry, just come back!” Familiar adrenaline surge, the burn of acid in his throat, and then a sudden unknown tingle… as if all of the nerves in his body were being shocked, and before his tear filled eyes there appeared, misty and wavering, almost but not quite there, the Trump. His shout of triumph was drowned out by the screech of tires and the blast of a car horn, causing him to jump back… into silence. The hotel was gone, the strange electric tingle diminishing. The sound of the angry cab driver’s horn drifted away on a breeze, leaving the boy standing… staring.

A Change of Grace: Chapter 2

A Change of Grace

It was awfully dark, some of the lights apparently having been dimmed, and he began to fear that being hollered at for wrecking a shot was going to be unavoidable. He could barely see where he was going.
Finally, blessed relief surging in him, he spotted the gate, and sped up a little. “Just another fifty feet and I’ll be home… I made it…”
His feet hit the sidewalk, and he glanced sideways, the city dwellers automatic traffic check, and froze in his tracks. There was no traffic. Early on a summers evening, Central Park West should have been humming with as much traffic as at midday, and yet… it was quiet.

A Change of Grace: Chapter 1

A Change of Grace

Isaac wandered aimlessly, not sure which direction to take. He knew Tay had a thing for the Dakota apartments. The John Lennon memorial, with it’s pretty view of the building, was one of his ‘places’, but he hadn’t found him there. The words he’d said jabbed at him, and he felt a growing urgency to find his brother. He wanted to talk, to tell him he didn’t mean what he’d said… at least about wishing him dead.

A Change of Grace by Sheryl

A Change of Grace

It was awfully dark, some of the lights apparently having been dimmed, and he began to fear that being hollered at for wrecking a shot was going to be unavoidable. He could barely see where he was going. Finally, blessed relief surging in him, he spotted the gate, and sped up a little. “Just another fifty feet and I’ll be home… I made it…”

His feet hit the sidewalk, and he glanced sideways, the city dwellers automatic traffic check, and froze in his tracks. There was no traffic. Early on a summer evening, Central Park West should have been humming with as much traffic as at midday, and yet… it was quiet.