SUKI tells the story of Savannah, an independent go getter, who allows fear to keep her from being completely happy, and Dwayne, a softhearted ex-Marine with an unrivaled creativity. The couple is destined to find each other and carry out a preordained agreement made long before their human feet touch this Earthly plane. Their connection is tangible and their lives easy - until they are presented with one challenge that shakes them to their cores.
The couple's subsequent struggle to make sense of their imploding world comes to a head in the epilogue, where a shocking secret is revealed in an overdue letter.
We all assume we know what love is, but think again. It comes in many shapes and sizes. If you knew ahead of time that you’d never see ”happily ever after“, would you choose to live at all for the sake of love?
CF Winn flexes her story telling muscle and shows us why she is an award winning author. SUKI will grab your heart and make you think about your place…and your purpose in this world.
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A lawn mower stood idle in the driveway on that unusually cool August day. The scent of freshly cut grass enveloped Savannah as she stepped around the car and onto the sidewalk, and the wind whipped her hair up into her face. When she moved it away, she saw that Leisa had disappeared, along with Missy.
In the front yard, a tall man tossed a football around with a boy who appeared to be about twelve years old. The man was wearing an orange sweatshirt that looked as if it might have gotten caught in the mower. The sleeves were haphazardly cut off, and the band that belonged around the bottom of the torso was missing.
He threw the ball to the boy, then flashed Savannah a toothy grin. She smiled back as if to say hello and watched their game. Each time he let the ball go, a bit of the orange shirt flapped up, revealing tight knots of muscles on his arms. His six pack abs twisted and contracted with every catch, his smile never wavering in the wake of his effort. A piece of dried grass hung from the back of his tight black curls, and his chin was smudged with dirt, but his eyes were shiny, pleading with her to share in his happiness.
“Hi.” The voice was soft, but Savannah jumped and almost fell backward onto her car. A shorter Hispanic man grinned widely to her right. Savannah had not noticed him or Leisa creep up next to her.
She stared openly at the exposed gaps in his gums where several teeth should’ve been and did not respond. He reeked of motor oil and sweaty desperation.
“I’m Tommy, " he said, and extended his hand. His voice was slightly high pitched and missing the lisp Savannah expected to hear from a person with a missing front tooth.
This is why she called me to help her.
Savannah tried to move away from him, but the car was at her back. She stumbled, kicking a pebble hard as she struggled to stay on her feet. When Tommy turned his head toward the noise of the rock, Savannah shook her head at her friend.
Leisa shot back a questioning look. It didn’t say, “I have no idea why you look like you’re going to puke” but instead, it screamed, “Are you kidding me? This guy is such a toothless prize!”
Savannah turned with the intention of getting back into the car and driving away without Leisa, when a voice suddenly appeared from behind them all. “Are those your drawers, or are they attached to the pants?”
This voice growled seductively at the tight, ripped up jeans she was wearing. Her brother’s boxers, decorated with comic strip panels, lined the holes in the denim--an excellent excuse for someone to stare at her rear without getting slapped.
Savannah stopped short, smiled, and turned back around. Missy returned to her place against the stone column, the twelve-year-old had gone home, and Tommy and Leisa moved apart to let the voice through--now spectators of a private show that no one had invited them to or expected them to leave.
The main characters spoke lines that they had not actually rehearsed, but with a familiarity, as if they had agreed a long time ago to one day recite them.“They’re my drawers. Like ‘em?” Savannah spoke to the chest in the orange sweatshirt before tilting her head to look up at his cocoa skin and warm brown eyes.
And that’s when it happened. Something in her clicked. She couldn’t hear it; none of them could, but Savannah felt a tangible shift. It lasted less than a second, but all of us were affected.
Later, he’d claim that he knew the minute he saw her step out of the car, but at that instant, when she felt it too, everything came together, and our destinies were decided.
Instead of holding onto the feeling and recognizing its importance, Savannah did what so many do when given a glimpse of the big picture. She blew it off, only keeping a piece for later, when she would need to remember how it all made sense.
Still, she couldn’t help but stay fixed on his face, watching his lips move while our future fate took a backseat to the present.
“I do like them,” he answered. He took a step toward her with an outstretched hand. “I’m Dwayne,” he said. The tips of their fingers lingered on the others’ just long enough for both to notice that they still hadn’t let go.
Leisa and Missy and Tommy watched, just a blurry shimmer on the edge at the scene of Dwayne and Savannah’s beginning.
CF Winn is the award-winning author of The COFFEE BREAK SERIES, a hilarious group of short stories meant to be read while on break or in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Her first novella, SUKI, has been grabbing hearts and hugging souls all over the United States.
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