This and That – A New Book?

The Prologue for another book I’m thinking of writing:

Looking at the bloody knife, the gypsy’s haunting prophecy oozed down the back alleys of Jamison’s mind, reminding him that all she had predicted had come true with a vengeance. She had warned him.

Warned him that he would take a life in the heat of passion with two knives: one real, but the other, one of his creation. In his tormented mind, that knife sliced his heart into bloody pieces, then stabbed him in the back, severing any possibility of reconciliation. A cynical smile creased his face. “And to think, I’d jokingly written it all down in my journal,” he thought. “Written how I thought that summer would end, hoping it would be one of the most inexplicably beautiful summers of my life.”

But now, it was nothing more than a bloody memory.

(Originally posted April 4, 2023)