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Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 37 (MOMYS VII – Heather’s Gone)

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Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 37 of the my online book "Excited Delirium". Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index .

Heather Harken’s suicide struck the town deep. For several days, everyone drove around town with blank looks on their faces and the level of sadness was unique, despite the arrival of spring.

A few weeks had passed. The family had a small ceremony and the attendance was high, despite the Harken family not being very well integrated with the community.

However, a cloud still hung over the town like an April cumulonimbus, dark and brooding. Towards the end of a few weeks, the senior town representatives decided that it was time that some additional and very influential support be shown. It was decided that one of the senior founders of the MOMYS movement would be invited to Heresford to address everyone and try to bring back some excitement about the creation of God’s Army. Continue reading

Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 30 (MOMYS VI – Heather’s Going)

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Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 30 of the my online book “Excited Delirium”. Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index.

She’d been beaten. She was wounded emotionally and spiritually. She had no moral compass guiding her through this nightmare. She felt used. She was tired. She was no longer a woman.

Heather decided that it was time and she decided to do it when the kids weren’t around. Continue reading

Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 29 (MOMYS V – More Context)

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(Note: “Excited Delirium” is a work of fiction. Any person, place or thing depicted in this work of fiction is also a work of fiction. Any relation of these subjects or characters to real locations, people or things are an unintentional coincidence.)

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Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 25 (MOMYS IV)

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Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 25 of the my online book “Excited Delirium”. Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index.

The Econoline van that the Harken family owns should have been taken off the road years ago. However, this family had made exceptional use of it over the last decade and there were no plans to put it to rest any time soon.

It was a light beige colour, and the rust and holes make it look like a kodachrome negative of a block of old Swiss cheese. The nose of the van was short and the headlight cover on the driver’s side was cracked. Over the last year, enough water had seeped into the small cavity, ending the light’s life prematurely. Of course, it wasn’t an issue because Heather Harken never drove at night. Her constant chores kept her in.

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Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 21 (MOMYS III)

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Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 18 of the my online book “Excited Delirium”. Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index.

“And what, pray tell, were you doing at a meeting like that?” Matthew asked Heather sternfully.

Matthew was an imposing character, of Scottish heritage, ruddy face and ruddier nose, both brought on buy an enormous amount of drinking over the bulk of his 62 years, but also by facing the merciless winds of January as he worked his farm. He weighed about 280 pounds, most of it at his centre, but a good chunk with his arms as well, given the volume of lifting and heaving that he had to do on the farm. He was in surprisingly good shape, particularly given the abuse that he hurled at himself, and he was proud of the fact that he could out-lift a man half his age. Continue reading