Monday, August 20, 2012

Excerpt from 'Will'

I promised to share excerpts from my newest middle grade novel; here is one. My heart breaks whenever I read parts like this. 


The only thing I remember about my dad is his tattoo. It was barbed wire and wrapped around his bicep. When I was little, I’d sit on his lap and trace the tattoo with my pudgy fingers. I remember the day as clear as ice he told me about the tattoo.  

“You like that, Will?” he said. He took another sip of beer. “Got that when I was in the Marines. Something to do. When you’re older, maybe you can get one just like it. Then we’ll match.”

When I was about seven, I took a black magic marker and drew a barbed wire “tattoo” around my upper arm. Well, it was more like a black squiggly line. When Mom saw it peeking out of my short-sleeve shirt, she went wild.

She grabbed my arm and pulled up my sleeve. “What possessed you to draw on your arm?”

“It’s a tattoo. Like Dad’s,” I smiled, showing off the hole where my front teeth once were.

“Willy,” she said. “What am I going to do with you?”

I put my hands on my boney boy hips. “It’s Will. I don’t want to be Willy anymore.”

Mom sighed. “OK then, Will. What am I going to do with you? You used permanent marker. It’ll take forever to go away.”

“But I don’t want it to go away,” I said. “I want it to stay. Like dad’s.”

Mom ran to her bedroom and shut the door. I could hear her crying from downstairs.  


  1. Awww, that was lovely, Buffy! Thanks for sharing. I was totally there in the scene. :)

  2. Buffy, that was just mean - kinda like giving me one tiny spoonful of Bluebell ice cream - it's not nearly enough! Thanks for sharing. Great stuff!

  3. Thanks Sharon and Linda for your encouragement and support. You ladies are awesome:)