

plate from ‘the last supper’ in first class
EXCERPT from ‘THE UNTHINKABLE SHOES’
[ In the morning I’m feverish. A lovely egg breakfast means nothing. My shoes wait for me, daring me to accept their torture. I will put them on later because I deserve the knives in my heels. Every step will remind me of what I did. Every step will bring me closer to heaven for the suffering I’m supposed to have to deserve a place there.]
‘THE UNTHINKABLE SHOES’ ––by V. KNOX
A woman helps her invisible childhood companion, the ghost of a boy from the Titanic disaster, to find his lost shoes so he can reach heaven.
– a novel of Literary Fiction, Magical Realism, and Paranormal Romance to be released on or before April 15th 2016, the 104th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.
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About Veronica Knox
Veronica Knox has a Fine Arts Degree from the University of Alberta, where she studied Art History, Classical Studies, and Painting. In her career as a graphic designer, illustrator, private art teacher, and ‘fine artist,’ she has also worked with the brain-injured and autistic, developing new theories of hand-to-eye-to-mind connection.
Veronica lives on the west coast of Canada, supporting local animal rescue shelters, painting, writing, editing other author’s novels, and championing the conservation of tigers and elephants, and their habitats.
Her artwork and visuals to support ‘Second Lisa’ may be viewed on her website - www.veronicaknox.com
Would you look at that menu! Compare it with a Big Mac today. Are we kidding?
Of course in steerage they wouldn’t even have heard of a Big Mac.
The word ‘Big’ pales next to ‘Titanic Mac’… in steerage the fare was mostly stews and sandwiches. Maybe they had the ‘cockie leekie’ soup renamed as what it is – plain old chicken soup with leeks.
Stews and sandwiches? That’s what I feed myself almost every day! Next time I’ll travel steerage and save on fare.
Of course the great ocean liners are long gone, replaced by a three-hour transatlantic flight via airline, travelling close to the speed of bloody sound.
If you have never sailed on an ocean liner, you’re missing a great experience. What the seas were high, I remember being invited up to the bridge. Let me give you an image: before we boarded, when standing on the wharf the bridge was eight stories above my head. So there we are visiting the bridge, and the ship is going into a trough, and the crest of the next wave is high above my head. Can you see it?
Of course, reaching the trough, the ship then rose on the next wave. I shiver today, thinking of it.
Sorry. “What the seas were high” ??? That clause doesn’t make sense. Wish I could edit it.
Say this quickly ten times (she edited it she edited it… etc)
Of course I meant “when the seas were high” – we were sailing in a force nine gale – we could look up and see the next crest coming down on us.