Milk Carton People

When I told my family that Milk Carton People had been accepted for publication, their response was, “I remember when you wrote that, a LONG time ago.” They were right, my son was ten years old and one of the characters is an oblique reflection of him.

This is the Author’s Revised Edition

Milk Carton People

Caught Between the Quick and the Dead

Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible. This is a book that plays on the very thin line of sanity and pure despair. The characters act and react to the new challenges and the reader gets to go along for the ride.

Quotes:

“Some of them are never found, you know.”
“I wonder how many people out there have figured out they can do this?”
“We’ve been waiting for you.”

Excerpt:

I’m going to wake up, now, and go about my day with my cup
of coffee. By the time I get to work, the whole thing will disappear
like all dreams. I won’t even remember it.

She turned away from the little tree and took a few steps down
the sidewalk. She intended to turn back toward the book store
again, to somehow retake control of her destiny. As if turning
back would give everyone one more chance to tell her it was all in
fun and she was such a good sport.
Just then, a woman in an electric blue colored coat, walked
right into her.

“Excuse, me,” Ruth began and stopped speechless. For one
long, drawn out, slow motion, nightmare second, her vision was
obscured by a brownish red filter which blurred everything before
her. She felt hot, sticky, and confined. A cloying odor of spoiled hamburger made her gasp for clean air. She tasted copper pennies in her mouth. At the same time Ruth heard a gurgling noise and a squeak and as the whole event suddenly ended she heard a plop like pudding falling from a spoon back into the bowl.

A sudden cold sweat competed with stomach acid lurching
into her throat. Ruth swallowed it back and turned to watch as
the woman in electric blue continued walking down the sidewalk
without breaking stride.

Ruth watched the woman in the electric blue coat disappear around the corner.

“No,” Ruth said aloud with authority. “No,” she repeated.

She walked to the nearest building and stood close to the cold bricks in the shadows.

I have to go home.

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Till next time.. Don’t touch anything sharp.

Sally Franklin Christie