My first novel..

    We stood looking thru the centuries old glass, about to leave the King's Pub, and what did we see? A downpour of biblical proportions,  Our Hostess remarked to no one in particular " Could be a Brackish Rain". She went on to explain , sometimes when it rains this hard the storm front has picked up salt water from the Atlantic and mixed it with rain. We ventured out doors looking for the Trolley stop on King Street, immediately we realized that it was indeed a "Brackish Rain" the salt was quite noticeable. I thought it could have been the tears of the thousands of Mothers who lost sons in the Civil War that was fought all around Charleston.      We walked a few blocks and were beginning to think the trolley might not be running  this late, in fact there wasn't another Person on King Street, I could tell Rita was getting a little nervous, I joked " Come on Rita this isn't London, there is no Jack the Ripper here!" We turned onto Meeting street, the rain was letting up a little, looking down the street , there was no one there. I put my head down to shield the rain and looked up to see a Cherubic looking creature of a man in a black raincoat and Top Hat, walking directly toward me, so I moved left a few feet on the cobblestone walkway. And as he met me he grabbed my arm and looked up at me, the gas Street lights danced in his black as midnight eyes, opening his mouth he gasped " FINALLY"......................There that is how my first Novel will begin, actually I will never finish a Novel just like I will never become a Pianist, or master the Art of Stain Glass Works, Or Refinish  Antique Woodworks to a perfection! Alas I suffer from Cantfinishitas, not terminal  just damn annoying. I started all those things in the past, My Uncle Richard did have a Novel Published, His work was called "The Redtail Hawk", A somewhat whimsical tale of  his life on the farm watching a family of Hawks one summer.        OK, not exactly Faulkner but it was published. Well we just got back from Charleston South Carolina, and absolutely loved it, will be going back someday to develop a drinking habit of some acclaim and then maybe I too can write the next great Southern Mystery, Yaaall!