Another Story: Elinor

 Okay people.  As always, I’m NOT back again.  But, I’m going to post another story.  And once again it’s going to be one you’re not going to be interested in.  Too bad.  I don’t care. 

 I’ll probably try to post twice a week (Tuesdays and Fridays) again, but I can’t guarantee that.  I may wind up posting anytime or not at all.  Who knows.  As I said, I’m not back.

 Just so you know, I am working (slowly) on a couple of stories that I know you’d all be more interested in, but who knows if I’ll ever finish them.  The big main one is a difficult one to write.  So in the meantime, there’s this.

 This is the story I was going to publish on Kindle.  I just decided I didn’t want to bother doing that, but I still wanted to do something with it, so I’m sticking it here.  Like The Last Jeskey and Extracted, I think this is an absolutely fascinating story.  Maybe more so than the other two.  It’s also slightly on the long side, but that doesn’t matter much to me.  One other note, it may contain a few more little punctuation errors than I like.  I’ve edited it a bit, but not to the extent I’d prefer.  No matter what, if you bother to read it, I think you’ll enjoy it.

 Okay, so the story is simply titled:  Elinor.

 What’s it about?  Here we go, and as always, it’s difficult for me to explain these things.

 Some people are born with a destiny.  A destiny they can’t outrun no matter how hard they try.  That was Rowan’s problem.

Before his father died, Rowan’s father had been the biggest drug czar in Chicago, a world that Rowan had always hated, just like he had always hated his father (and mother).  Eventually, Rowan moved away from Chicago to Albuquerque, New Mexico, a place he figured would be the exact opposite of everything he hated about Chicago.  There, he opened a computer store.  In the store’s second week of business, a woman named Elinor walked into his store along with a large man.  But Elinor had the audacity to suddenly die right there in his store.

The big man kidnapped Rowan and dragged him down to a ranch far south of Albuquerque where the plan was to kill him.  But fate intervened and Rowan was given a strange choice, either die, or assume the role of Elinor, including dressing and acting like a woman.  Rowan’s new mantra in life quickly became:  Breathe.  Keep living.  Whatever it takes!

Rowan soon found himself right back in the drug world that he detested so much.  But this time he was in a very different part of that world.  Strangely though, Rowan’s new role in life turned out to be one he was very, very good at.  It’s just that other parts of his new life he wasn’t so good at.

But as it turned out, the biggest problem wasn’t him having to be Elinor.  The biggest problem was what he became next.

Breathe!  Keep living!  Whatever it takes!

 Excerpt from the Prolog of the book:

 She focused her eyes on the old woman in front of her and said, “The first time Elinor ever killed a man, the man had laughed at her and called her a bitch.  Elinor raised her gun and shot him dead.  I understand that was the first time she had ever fired a gun, but she fired it and killed him without hesitation.  And then she said, I’m not woman enough for him to call me a bitch yet.  But I’m getting there.  And that of course, is the one thing that very few people know about Elinor.  She may look like a woman, and she even acts like a woman, but she’s not a woman.  Not at all.  In fact, she never wanted to be a woman.  She still doesn’t want to be a woman.  But she’s simply stuck having to be one with no way out.  She’s…trapped.  And then of course, I’m sure you know that what she became after that was really something, because it was an absolute bitch.”

The old woman’s eyes were almost maniacal now as she again pulled the mask from in front of her face and leaned forward.  “Tell me…everything!”

  

The next post (if I get around to it) will begin the 44 chapters of:  Elinor.