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Join "RIVERWALKER" as the virtual tour continues today with an Author Interview @ Pump Up Your Book.   Find us in the "Author Interview" section @  www.pumpupyourbook.com   Remember, you can order "RIVERWALKER" at www.amazon.com/kindle

Here's an Excerpt from "RIVERWALKER", Chapter #16: Brother Bob.

     "The profound strains of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings flowed from behind the rectory door, spreading to comfort the air with its soothing message.  The adagio's dynamic broadened and spilled down a white marble stairway, unto the concrete patio below where two snails, at the convergence of their glistening mucous trails, prepared to conjoin heads.  The violins reached crescendo as the snails consummated their courtship dance, shooting tiny darts into each other before connecting at the genital pores, oblivious to the garden, the world, and God’s Great Design.  Pirhouette and plie in bubbly slime.

     Observing it all, Brother Bob knelt into the seed and soil for a closer look.  He would move Helix Aspersa to the other side of the building later, but for now he studied the two little creatures, noted their texture, color, softness, wondered at their silent language.  Fascinated, he watched them glide beneath the flowers and into the area he had recently tilled, there to join a cluster of earthworms wriggling free from the freshly exposed dirt.  Snails and earthworms in miraculous choreography.       

     Brother Bob gently reached into the soft, squirming mass, lifted it close to his face, marveled at the rhythmic undulations, the contraction and expansion of moist flesh; the subtle animal voices.  His eyes brightened as he smiled.  "Father's tiny helpers; my little Brothers of the Soil," he whispered, so only he and they and God could hear.  In his other hand, a solitary, spiral-shelled creature crept across open palm.  “If this were a French garden,” he dead-panned, “do you know how much trouble you’d be in right now?”

    He placed the snail in an empty pickle jar with holes punched in the top.  “Later, we’ll find you a more comfortable home.  Just promise to stay out of my garden,” he scolded.  “You never know what terrible thing might befall you here.”"

End of Excerpt

Smiles to All.