Black Sand, White Surf

By Mike Bozart

It is 1955 on The Lost Coast of northern California. A young female African American jazz singer is on a first weekend-alone date with a male Caucasian American piano player. The fog rolls in. Their discussion heats up. But then their euphoric moment is shattered. Is some crazed racist out to kill them?

Word count: 2662 (original Word doc)

Rating: PG-13.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Bozart
• Release date: Apr 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463623855

Mike Bozart

Mike Bozart was born in the tidewater area of Virginia (US Navy kid) on a hot afternoon in 1964. He attended a mix of public and Catholic grade schools. After graduating with an Earth Science degree from UNC-Charlotte in 1986, he started doing safety technical writing.Former residences in North Carolina include Raleigh, Greensboro, Wilmington, Carolina Beach, Etowah and Asheville. Charlotte is his current residence. He has also lived in downtown San Francisco (early '90s).Mike has written numerous surreal poem-stories and over a dozen 1500-word quasi-real short stories under the psecret psociety heading. Gold, his first novel, was rough-drafted in just 27 days during a seven-week period (May 23 – July 11, 2013).Mike's first novella was To Morrow Tomorrow (2014); his second was Mysterieau of San Francisco (2015).Mike does artwork under the nom de brosse of m. van tryke.The author is happily remarried (Sharon) with a son (Kirk).

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Black Sand, White Surf by Mike Bozart (Agent 33) | April 2020

Black Sand, White Surf

by Mike Bozart

© 2020 Mike Bozart 

Well, that was one hellishly long, curvy-ass road, Milton! 27-year-old Janelle exclaims as the pastel green, 1951, two-door Studebaker Champion comes to rest just before a log wheel-stop. Where in the world are we? Do I hear the sea? What a forlorn, fog-enshrouded place. There’s no one around. No houses, no stores, no anything. He could rape and kill me and no one would ever find my body. Ever. Oh, why am I thinking such gruesome thoughts.