Listen to a reading of the prologue of Off-Season by Mark DeCarteret by Jim Rioux.
An excerpt from Off-Season.
Prologue
March. No calendar will claim it. A mess of a month that had never had the means to be cruel. This reign of frustrated desire. And what’s more an experiment as all stories worth telling must be. A month of feigned errands where we return to our houses finally ready to confess. But never to turn ourselves in. And while somewhere birds are donning their carnival masks, crying out from their diaphragms, here, our birds smear our windows with ash.
