Nomad

For those of you that monitor or stop by my 'myspace' regularly, you may have noticed 'write a book' is printed in my to do list. It's been there for quite some time but on this lazy public holiday i have crafted a storyline that takes my fancy.

Introduction -

Scott Williams, I signed on the dotted line printed on a small slip of paper and passed it to the bank teller. I’ve had my signature since I was ten, but that didn’t stop the drop of sweat that ran down my forehead as she checked it against my ten year old penmanship. She wore a tan suit, her eyes sparkled in the light and her hair fell into a long wave of motion as she exchanged cash-hands with me.
“Thank you” I said breaking through my aching throat. As she smiled back, I flicked through green and brown notes but only saw the faces of those that helped me get this far, from what I used to be, where I was, to what I am and where I am going. Without another thought I quickly hid them deep inside my worn-out wallet.


I'm on a role but it needs a lot of improving. The actual story line is hidden deep in the introduction, i didn't want to give too much away.