For Book Quote Wednesday, the word is LUCK. Authors, find LUCK in your book and Tweet using #BookQW.
A short snippet from my Depression/Prohibition novel
BOOTLEG BROADWAY, Book Two of the New York Saga:
With a few hours till the joint opened, Billy went behind
the bar, filled his flask, then went outside to lean against the brick wall and
watch the world go by. This entire scene was foreign to him, this workforce who
made their living by day and slept by night. A life he wasn’t cut out for. Bored
with watching that after two minutes, he walked towards the Columbus Circle
subway, passing all the briefcase-toting workaday stiffs in suits. He glanced at
the tired and haggard faces. And these were the lucky ones-they had jobs.
The subway reeked of stale urine, and for the first time in years, he had to
stand and be a straphanger. The train swayed and jolted. The lights dimmed and
blacked out, on and off. He lost his balance several times, bumping into bodies
pressed up against him; he couldn’t have fallen if he’d tried. He mouthed silent
thanks he’d been born with musical talent; he’d go off his nut if he had to live