The Non-Silence of the Lamb: Real-Reality Fiction

Yes It is true. I was not fond of the Lady. That woman was heartless to leave a two-year old baby boy in the woods of Hanover. It is outright evil and is therefore unforgivable. Hello, my name is Karl. Yuh nah go nowhere till yuh hear fi mi side of de story (you're not going anywhere until you've heard my side of the story). My story is about how my madda left me in the bushes to live with my fadda who could hardly cook, much less to be able to take care of a two-year old child. Enough is enough. To understand my point of view, you will have to take a walk in my shoes. Imagine if you may. You are two years old and you were left in the bushes in the middle of nowhere. Now imagine that you were left with someone to watch over you who had no ability to breast-feed or seemed to have any ability to prepare a proper bottle of baby food. Expect to eat large pieces of boiled yam and boiled green banana even before you start growing teeth. Nuff said... (Read the villain's direct response to the reading audience and see his side of the story in this unique cutting edge "Real-Reality Fiction" style of writing). No Hannibal Lecter here. Just a single mother and her animalistic raging passion with a few quid pro quos as she grippingly strives for survival for herself and her eight children. More Excerpt - The fireworks represented everything that Mrs. Essie Brown believed in, including the right to freedom and the right to a better life. She now had a brand new life and a clean slate in the United States. The sky was the limit, as far as she was concerned. That night, Mrs. Essie Brown saw more than fancy high-tech lights and fireworks. She saw what it meant to be an American. It meant the God-given right to be-to be left alone, to be loved, to be one's true self, to be free, to be treated fairly, to be respected, to be strong, to be proud, and most of all, to be all that one could be. Clarion Review GENERAL ...a pleasant, often sweet, and always entertaining novel. Mark McLaughlin