New Fiction series in progress, "The Divine Nine"

....At this point Zhou Rong is untouchable. And Liu Chao Jian knows Chinese law. The chief of the detectives of the PRC law enforcement agency in Chongqing conveys this to the media. There is outrage by the women in China, Hong Kong and Taiwan. However, it is quickly subdued in China and later in Hong Kong. The family of Zhou Rong is moved to a location near the Mongolian border for safety. The Taiwanese know there is nothing they can do about it either. As well, as they have been getting more involved in having ties to NATO, it is a too little too late to ask for assistance in the matter.

Liu Chao Jian knows that his wife and newborn first child are dead, and to him that has ended a chapter in his life of wanting to have a family. Liu Chao Jian does not show his distraught feelings to anyone. However, Jen Lan Qi’s family worries for him. Over the next few months Wu Hua Feng encourages her son to forget about it and move on, “…find another woman”. She callously states. Liu Chang Bao, Liu Chao Jian’s father tells his wife to back off. She relents her husband’s command. Liu Chao Jian is an only child, and Wu Hua Feng was looking forward to becoming a grandmother. She knew as well that the young couple would have three children at minimum. Wu Hua Feng would then have bragging rights, the benefit of her son marrying a Taiwanese woman and living abroad.

https://www.amazon.com/Jody-Lynn-Reicher/e/B00R3VUZ18/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_10?qid=1418802234&sr=1-10

Comments

The Reicher's Official Holiday Letter

“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson There are many ways to shed light on seemingly impossible situations or what we would consider obstacles to our daily living. It is not always in our daily intake and output that is the measurement of a human being. It is the grind. Some people struggle with miniscule grinds; while others have bus loads to grind through. Some don’t make it. Few do. Making it, is not, not dying. It’s progressing through even when there appears no light at the end of the tunnel. That there may not even be a twinkle of a star in the nights ahead. And the human that faces that, knowing full well that they can’t change the ending to their earthly story. Yet, they consciously go through the process, has made it. They’ve lived. No matter their age, I believe that, to be one of Life’s truths. As this year has progressed, the pandemic actually blessed us. Yep. Many would not agree with that. But then, they weren’t us. They weren’t our

This Day Marks...

When it’s a tough road to hoe… Today. Tonight , in fact marks the evening of the end of a portion of our family as we knew it. I had a wicked day of work that day/evening. I had just finished rolling fairly hard in jujitsu class. Leftovers were to be warmed for the night’s meals. This day last year landed on a Friday before the beginning of a new year, a leap year at that. I stood in the ladies’ bathroom/dressing room after my Jujitsu class at Silver Fox BJJ in Butler. Jess was at the front desk at the time. Enrique was in. Sean was in and he and I had discussed about when he was going into Marine Corps bootcamp. I realized I’d rolled some extra time with the second evening class and couldn’t wait to get home. I held my five-year old phone in my hand trying to see if my husband had messaged me. As I was about to message him, the phone went flying out of my hand landing facedown on the hard tile of the floor. It shattered the screen of the phone. And for the first time in my

To Laconia and Canada Too

He began, "So, I got this deal..." Me, "Yeah?" Norman, "I went up on 23, and saw her. " Me, "Where did you go?" Norman, "Sport Spot on 23 South. And there she was." Me, "Uh oh."😊 Norman, "I'm graduating to a BMW. She was sitting there. 1986, an R80RT. A touring sportster... " Me, "What about the Yamaha, Norm?" Norman, "I'll get a buyer before I have to pick up the R80RT." It was 1987, we'd just had a semi long motorcycle ride up North together for a week. New England that'd be. Norman was all enthralled about the open road. Married just over three years at the time, and he rediscovered a new love. Me wary, yet curious. 'Maybe she'll ride easier. Less bumpy on certain roadways of upstate New York'. Norman even had me considering getting a motorcycle license. I'd driven nearly every style, engine from small military jeep to tractor trailers...

Writing Reality

Search This Blog