The Barker
“Better luck next time!” the barker yells out, his shrill
laugh a claw to my nerves. He puts his hand on my shoulder, heavy and warm,
feeling much larger than it looks. I peer up at his stony, pale face. His black
eyes pierce through me, searching me, making me feel naked and ashamed.
“You’d better get going, little girl. Your mamma’s gonna
start gettin’ worried.” His hand still on my shoulder, holds me. I’m no little
girl, and my mom’s ten years dead, but I am unable to say a word or to
move.
“See what happens when you lose Life’s Big Question, gal?
You lose!” Opposite to his high-pitched laugh, his voice is a booming baritone
that shatters my eardrums. Blood drips from my ears, down my neck. His hand
melts through me, gets hung up on the bone, then sinks down and to the left, fully
grasping my heart as if it’s the size of a loquat, and squeezes.
The barker’s eyes lock on mine, heat radiating from them.
No, not radiating… they suck the energy and life right out of my eyes, from my
heart, while he rattles my heart within his closed palm.
“Now, gal! Yo’ mamma’s waitin’ on you to come on in.” His laugh
seems to split my head wide open. The fire in his eyes sears mine right out of
their sockets and scorches my brain. “No use tryin’ to fight it. Ain’t no
denyin’ it neither. You lose this time. And there ain’t gonna be no next time!
Not fo’ ya.”
Before my body disintegrates into my hardened, shrunken
heart, I hear him say to himself with incredulous humor, “Life’s Big Question.
Get’s ‘em ev’ry time.”
His hand lets go of my heart and I drop into darkness. By
the sounds and feel, I know the barker gives a couple of pats to his pocket and
gets back to work.
Tightening pressure. Suffocating heat. Incredible sadness
– everything that’s encompassing my deadening heart, all that’s left of me.
Alone. Silence. Except for a soft whisper that comes in the erratic rhythm of
another dying heart somewhere below mine:
“That’s-what…happens…when-you…leave-behind...the-lessons…learned-from…your-parents….
Your-grand…mother…had-also…told-me…to-never…say…‘I-don’t-know’…to-life’s…big…questions.”
The whisper dies and there's only silence. My mother’s
heart, after ten years of waiting, ceases. A profound coldness fills her void.
Now I must keep going – heart pumping, hurting, fearful – to-wait…and-learn…whether…my-daughter…will-answer…better.…
Greg’s
world was turned upside down the night of the storm. Unexpectedly plucked from
the sea’s watery grave by a mysterious woman, he knows he should feel grateful
for his life when so many were not as fortunate.
Rachel
is a siren, her role is to lure men to their deaths. But she cannot bring
herself to destroy Greg. As unfamiliar human emotions begin to take over her,
she has to fight against the siren within her, as well as the Siren Counsel in
order to find some peace of mind.
However,
for Greg, whenever Rachel is around, someone always seems to die. When he tries
to begin a new life for himself, she is still there and it is not until she
tells Greg her story that they each become ready to move forward in their
lives.
But will
fate permit them to live as a normal couple with so much death in their wake?
My Review
Although this is a sequel, it works well as a stand-alone, as I
have not read Dodd's first book. I enjoyed this story, and looked forward to
seeing how it would work out. It works very well as a romance and mystery, and
follows the sad consequence of a sole survivor of a storm none of the victims
had any business being caught in. It's a very entertaining and engaging story.
Although there were some explanations, at times there could have been a bit
more to let the reader truly believe why - such as why there were so many
people angry that Greg survived, and why Greg so easily accepted the truth of
his savior.
Still, as stated before, I was drawn to this tale and eager to
find out what would... and will happen in the third book of this series.
About the Author
Sonya C.
Dodd was born in Norfolk, England and still lives there today in North Elmham
with her two sons: Hugo and Branwell.
Although
Sonya has been writing for a number of years, she only recently began to
publish her writing.
Sonya
writes in a number of genres including: romance, supernatural and thriller.
Sonya has also written a number of short stories.
The
Kindle version of Echo of a Siren is
available on Amazon.com
for $1.50.
Visit Sonya’s
blog: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/5776819
That is some intense and gripping short fiction! Your descriptions are fantastic and drew me in and kept me there till the end. Your writing is also very vivid, enabling me to easily visualize what's going on.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Stopping by from the A-Z Challenge~ I'm at jaimieramsey.com. :)
Thanks for reading Jaimie. Glad you enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteI loved the ending of The Barker!
ReplyDeleteHey Nancy, hope you're well!! *waving*
Good. I wasn't so sure if the ending worked. Thanks for reading! *wave back*
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