*DISCLAIMER: I use CAPITALIZATION for EMPHASIS - not shouting.
Okay... Here you go. This excerpt is from my own book, AMERICAN REST STOP. The problem here of course is that the forum doesn't really allow me to paste it here as it should actually look but hopefully, you get the gist... Again, this is from my book.
A fiery ball of red-hot, New Mexico sun hung high in the sky as the Chrysler Town and Country minivan sped along the crack-infested highway. Even with sunglasses, the pulsating heat waves distorting the horizon mesmerized Kris Redfield. For miles upon miles, every crack in the eroding blacktop bubbled with heated tar. The sound emitted from the tires was random, yet seemed to contain a pattern and it was that pattern that induced a trance-like state within her.
She was a beguiling thiry-six years. An attractive, shimmering blonde soccer mom complete with four kids in addition to the requisite minivan. Not to mention the workaholic husband she left back home who was once again, too goddamn busy to accompany his family on their annual summer road trip to Grandma and Grandpa's. This was the fourth year in a row he'd stayed home. She snapped out of it as nine year old Sarah continued singing from the rear of the vehicle:
"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. Row, row, row your boat."
"It's row, row, row the boat, Sarah!" bullied Sarah's older brother, Kyle.
"No it's not, Kyle! Mom?" shrieked Sarah in one of her frequent solicitations.
Kris peeked her solid green eyes over her Ray-Ban Predator sunglasses, into the rearview mirror and directly at the eleven year old, "Kyle?" she admonished. This wasn't the first time Kris warned Kyle about purposely annoying his little sister.
Kyle observed his mother's penetrating scowl and read her mind.
Kris diverted her glare at Kyle over to Sarah and adjusted to a more nurturing, encouraging sparkle, "Try again, Baby Girl." She caught a glimpse of her fourteen year old son Scott, banging his head to the music streaming from his iPod but loud enough for her to hear through the earbuds. She was about to tell him to turn it down when she noticed Sarah's haughty expression:
"Row, row, row your boat," beamed Sarah to Kyle.
Kyle angrily joined in, "Row, row, row your boat..."
Sixteen year old Bryan sat in the front passenger seat going over a New Mexico road map and decided this was his chance, "You look pretty tired, Mom."
I'm not letting you drive with your brothers and sister in the back," Kris checked the LCD speedometer and immediately let off the gas when she saw the number 86, "We'll find a rest stop."
"But Dad says rest stops are dangerous!"
"And he stops at them all the time, doesn't he?"
Okay... So these are pages from the book... Imagine that they are formatted properly like IN A BOOK. LOL.
Wasn't quite sure HOW to insert the 2 pages here because I'm not aware if we can embed a PDF on the forum so I just did two screen captures of the two pages I transcribed from the above prose:
Hope this helps... If you have questions? Just ask.