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NEVER TOO FAR
by
Thomas Christopher
Quick Facts
Release Date: May
10, 2012
Genre: Science Fiction/ Adventure/ Dystopian
Formats: Kindle, Paperback.
Book Synopsis
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A harrowing story of love and survival. In a future of scarce resources,
where the possession of gas and diesel is punishable by death, a teenage boy and a
pregnant girl must save their impoverished family. They risk their lives on a terrifying
journey to sell stolen fuel on the black market.
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** No sex, very little bad
language, some violent scenes**
Excerpt:
Mary surprised Joe by knocking his arms away. She was stronger than she
looked. Then she swept her legs off the bed and sprang to her feet. She took two steps
and turned to face him as if to prove there was nothing wrong with her. But there was
definitely something wrong. She wavered a moment. Her already white face turned
ghostly. Her eyelids trembled. She seemed to realize she was becoming faint, and what
that meant.
“I’m fine,” she said. “You don’t have to go.”
Joe got ready to catch her in case she fell, but somehow she held herself steady.
“It’s okay,” Joe said. “Just sit down. I will go find some food.”
Joe inched toward her. He was afraid to grab her again because she might try to wrench free once more and really fall. When she coughed, her little shoulders jerked and her round stomach jumped. Her head was drooped low and her hair hung down so he couldn’t see her face at all.
“Come on, lay down,” Joe said.
She didn’t move. Joe stepped toward her, but before he could put his arms around her, she tilted forward and rested the crown of her head against his chest. He slid his arms along the sides of her hard belly and around her waist. Then he shifted her toward the bed again. She moved like a bundle of empty sacks in his arms. He set her gently on the bed before he bent down to lift her feet onto the sheets.
After he sat in the chair, Mary asked him, “What if you don’t come back?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Joe said.
“How do you know?”
“I just know. You have to trust me.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “You don’t have to go.”
Joe got ready to catch her in case she fell, but somehow she held herself steady.
“It’s okay,” Joe said. “Just sit down. I will go find some food.”
Joe inched toward her. He was afraid to grab her again because she might try to wrench free once more and really fall. When she coughed, her little shoulders jerked and her round stomach jumped. Her head was drooped low and her hair hung down so he couldn’t see her face at all.
“Come on, lay down,” Joe said.
She didn’t move. Joe stepped toward her, but before he could put his arms around her, she tilted forward and rested the crown of her head against his chest. He slid his arms along the sides of her hard belly and around her waist. Then he shifted her toward the bed again. She moved like a bundle of empty sacks in his arms. He set her gently on the bed before he bent down to lift her feet onto the sheets.
After he sat in the chair, Mary asked him, “What if you don’t come back?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Joe said.
“How do you know?”
“I just know. You have to trust me.”
Thomas Christopher grew up in Iowa. He received his MFA from Western
Michigan University. His short stories have appeared in The Louisville Review, The
MacGuffin, Redivider, and Cooweescoowee. He was also awarded an Irving S. Gilmore
Emerging Artist Grant and was a finalist for the Matthew Clark Prize in Fiction. He
lives in Wisconsin with his wife and son.
Learn more about him
here: http://
thomaschristopher.weebly.com/
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