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The Sunshine Trilogy

Marc is a retired automotive professional who started writing later in life. The Sunshine Machine is his first novel and part of a trilogy with a prequel and sequel in the works. When Marc is not writing he enjoys playing acoustic guitar, hiking trails in the Adirondacks, reading and spending time with his family. Marc is a graduate of the school of Architecture and Environmental Design from the State University of New York at Buffalo. and resides in Buffalo with his wife, Kathi. Growing up in the household of ABUELA GUADALUPE, a native American woman and a single parent mother, molds FRANCESCA into a young woman of conflicted thoughts about sexuality and self. Her mother, SORPRESA DA RIMINI, a flower child of the sixties, offers little support to her maturation and Abuela Guadalupe provides only mythical native tales of the “The First People” to school her in feminine sexuality and identity. From an early age she discerns that she is different, supported by the fact that she has a mysterious birthmark on her hand. Abuela Guadalupe insists that it is a sign of her wolf spirit, which affirms strength and vision. Others see the birthmark as a curse and bad luck. Francesca’s halcyon teen years are interrupted by the untimely death of her mother, Sorpresa. At her mother’s funeral she meets the patriarch of the Da Rimini family; GUIDO DA RIMINI. She is surprised to learn he is her grandfather and requests that she return to the family; The Da Rimini family her mother was banished from years earlier, because of her illegitimate pregnancy. She accepts the patriarch’s proposal but later pays a heavy price, when she is raped by her cousin; ROBERTO “Robbie” DELGADO. Francesca's troubles are far from over . . .

Marc M. Minnick · Real
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60 Chs

Chapter 24: My Blood Trembles

It is a place of whirling winds and bright lights, yet darkness lingers in every corner. spirits speak to me as if they know me, but I do not know myself. I am lost and have forgotten how to return.

Francesca awoke lying on a hospital bed. A synthetic hose ran up thorough her nose and tubes were attached to her arms.

Why am I here? Who am I?

She tried to reach the bed rail to pull herself up but found that her right arm was in a cast that covered up to her shoulder. She tried to speak, but her lips were haloed by bandages and her jaw was sealed shut. All she could do was grunt and moan. The attending nurse on staff was checking her vitals when Francesca opened her eyes.

"Well, well, look who’s with the living! If you hear me, blink your eyes and I'll know you are there!"

"Uurr! WAAA! Grrr!"

“I'm so glad your back. It was touch and go there for a while. I’ll have the doctor come in and check on you. Now, don’t leave us again sweetheart!”