About Michael Lorde-
Michael was raised in a rural town in upstate New York and has two sons
and two daughters. After living in a
warmer climate for nearly thirty years, Michael has since moved back north with
the youngest daughter of the four. They
are dog lovers and have two. Blind Veil
is Michael’s debut novel.
Read Michael Lorde’s BLIND VEIL. Take the ride!
Please enjoy an excerpt from Blind Veil.
Excerpt:
Time to hide.
There was only one safe place in the house. He wasn’t a kid
anymore. Could he still fit? If they found him hiding there he’d be
trapped, but he was trapped anyway, here in the house. Simms opened the
pantry door, almost knocking down an old can of peas. He caught it
mid-fall. Careful not to disturb the
dust, he placed it precisely from where it had fallen. They’d notice a
clean spot. He grabbed the rope which hung at the rear corner of the
pantry wall and pulled it to the left. It revealed an open space about
three feet wide which dropped to a small enclosed area below the house.
The total ceiling clearance there fell just shy of five feet, too small for a
man his size to fit. The radio sounded outside the window. It
crackled before spitting out whispers. Simms stepped over the pantry
floor and into the tiny space and turned around. He hadn’t made a sound. He willed
himself into the faux root cellar before twisting his hand around for the rope.
He used it to carefully slide the panel back in place, keeping a tight grip on
it to lock it in. He was sealed off from the pantry and the kitchen, but
was so squished he couldn’t breathe. His ribcage was crammed in like an oversize sardine in a can. His lungs couldn’t fully expand. Standing
blindly in the tight closet, he wondered how long he could stay in this
position before passing out. Sweat dripped from his pores. A spider web clung to his cheek as he turned
his head toward the sounds in the house.
Quiet footsteps meandered from room to room. The search was
thorough. Twenty minutes later, they were now in the kitchen.
Cabinets were being opened. He closed his eyes in the pitch black.
He could feel them walking towards him. The pantry door swung open.
The gun tip shone like a brilliant ring from the kitchen light. Between
the slats, Simms could clearly see the militant head covering and the dark eyes
of the man peering from behind it as he searched through the cabinet.
He felt safe. No one knew about this cubby hole he’d claimed as his
personal hiding space as a child. It was
virtually unseen from the searcher’s viewpoint. All the same, he didn’t
breathe at all until the professional was satisfied with his sweep of the
pantry interior and closed the door behind him.
Things sound so much clearer in the dark.
He listened as they finally left the house. Fifteen minutes or so
later, the engines of the all terrain vehicles faded into the distance.
He was covered in sweat which stuck him to the walls that concealed him. Still, he waited a good twenty minutes longer
before he opened the slat and poked his head out of the pantry door. He
breathed deeply, then listened intently for sounds in the house, any sound.
It was silent.
The soft squeak of the pantry hinge put him on edge as he slipped back
into the kitchen and dropped to the floor. He skidded on knees over to
the window. The vehicles were gone.
Black and green liquid dripped from underneath Emmett’s truck, pooling
onto the yard, beneath it. He could smell gasoline.
‘Damn.’ They cut the hoses and the fuel line.
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