Happy Halloween – "Mrs. Carol's Driving Lesson"
A mother traverses a gentlemen’s club. And Night School New Novel Available 23 January 2025.
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Night School New Novel Available 23 January 2025
“What you hear is what you know, but what you don’t know is what you need to hear.”
When college radio DJ Scotty Piper receives mysterious messages connected to his love of music and encyclopedic knowledge about a legendary rock band and their enigmatic guitarist, he leaves behind his colleagues and everything familiar and raises the odds he may never return home or to the job that keeps him grounded and gives him meaning. Scotty pursues answers and untangles riddles, diving into an oceanside city’s natural and supernatural history, an underground world of allies among enemies and enemies among allies, and groups and individuals haunted by transcendence. Like a detective, he unearths the truth about things that are seen but temporal and those that are unseen and eternal. Scotty’s journey among media and tech, money and corporations, the secular and sacred, and illusions and reality reveals an inescapable longing to be part of something larger.
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ISBN (e-book): 9798986092720
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“Mrs. Carol’s Driving Lesson”
William Auten
Copyright William Auten
Rondell eyeballs the traffic cones and his car. I wish he’d keep the gap wider. The old timers across from us flop in their lawn chairs. One makes sure his plane is tucked away in its hangar. He did doughnuts in his SUV on the runway last week after I practiced.
“This time, Mom, it’s like the city. Tighter.”
“I have no interest of going into the city.” I grind the car out of park, and Sweet Baby Jesus, I broke the engine. I herky-jerky around, roll up to the first cone, signal I’m taking this with my blinker, and throw it into reverse. I turn hard and drift back, keeping any eye on the second cone.
Something thumps the back. Rondell checks around.
“Was that the cone?”
“Pothole. And you are way out.”
“How bad?”
The old timers hold up papers marked 1 and 0.