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As some of you may know I am currently working on what will hopefully become the first novel I get published, The Paisley Soul of a Stricken Man. However this book is not the first novel I have attempted to write. I started my novel writing plans with a story called Van Buren and I intended this to be the first novel I finished but creative impetus took me in another direction.

This is a very small extract from Van Buren, and I plan to re-visit my dystopian detective story once I have finished with my Paisley Soul.

Van Buren

As he strode across the train station foyer a man in a trilby approached him and handed him a leaflet proclaiming “If only I’d Known”

Van Buren smiled as he knew already. They probably knew different things but knowledge was key and faith was a slightly different issue.

He nodded to the man and placed the pamphlet into his inside pocket. He noticed from a medal on the guy’s chest that he had served in Korea, just like his Opa.

He could never equate his dear Opa, a jolly fellow who played cricket with him in the back yard, with someone capable of firing a gun, let alone being someone capable of killing a man. He supposed that he knew better than most what people were really capable of, when left with no other choice.
A distant noise drifted in, was it the sound of a river or maybe a Sangha chant, the heat was powerful and the feeling of familiarity washed over him. It was a warm sensation, initially it felt like he had pins and needles.

It reminded him of dozing under a tree on a sunny day. His head swooned and his vision blurred, he couldn’t remember where he was or why he was here

©John de Gruyther 2013

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