Ray of Hope

J. Nielsen C.

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Gifted, list-making teen Jacob joins Ray, a PR-exec and wannabe Shaman with a mysterious past on a road trip of truly Biblical proportions that ends in Hope - the one in Maine, not the Rambo film one! Ray, the hopelessly likeable title character, picks up a collection of oddities, including the gifted boy, a stuffed bear, some kind of Israeli military pin with another man's name on it and a basket-bearing hitchhiker as he travels across the US in search of the boy's father... or perhaps something else altogether.

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 mai 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528964067
• Langue: English

Extrait

Ray of Hope
C. J. Nielsen
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-05-31
Ray of Hope About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledegement Chapter 1 The Right Stuff Chapter 2 Jacob: The Baptist Chapter 3 When Jacob Met Ray, Almost Chapter 4 The Town of Hope Chapter 5 Ray’s Letter Chapter 6 Shauna Gets a Gun and a Pen Pal Chapter 7 Shauna’s Reply Chapter 8 Jacob Writes Everything Down Chapter 9 When Jacob R e ally Met Ray, Almost Chapter 10 Everything in a Bag Chapter 11 Ray: The Office Vibe-Master Chapter 12 Actually, Ray Eats Just About Anything Chapter 13 At Least No Lobster on the Amuse Bouche Menu Chapter 14 Shauna Does More Research on Climax Chapter 15 There Has to Be a Hit Soon Chapter 16 The 11-Word Boy Plays His Hand Chapter 17 Ray Thinks He Loves Mysteries Chapter 18 Back Where You Belong Chapter 19 The Ultimate Road Trip Chapter 20 I’m Still Standing Chapter 21 Return to Sender Chapter 22 Hooked on a (Blessed) Feeling Chapter 23 Wicker Crosses to Bear, Man! Chapter 24 Simon and Ray Chapter 25 A Slap That Cleanses Chapter 26 How Ray Met Mom, Almost Chapter 27 Xander and the Kibbutz Chapter 28 Slow Awakenings Chapter 29 Hidden Treasures Chapter 30 Three Wise Daughters Chapter 31 Homeward-Bound Chapter 32 In and Out Chapter 33 Sort of a Revelation Chapter 34 Harvest Nights Chapter 35 The Reckoning, Please Chapter 36 Interpretations Just Mislead Chapter 37 Where There’s Hope Epilogue
About the Author
C. J. Nielsen is a Brussels-based journalist and writer who balks at explaining how he settled in the land of many beers. Ray of Hope is his debut novel but not his first foray into publishing. Previous titles include a flirtation with flash fiction called Mr Melisma, Please and a detour into academia with Tourism and the Media .
About the Book
Gifted, list-making teen Jacob joins Ray, a PR-exec and wannabe Shaman with a mysterious past on a road trip of truly Biblical proportions that ends in Hope – the one in Maine, not the Rambo film one!
Ray, the hopelessly likeable title character, picks up a collection of oddities, including the gifted boy, a stuffed bear, some kind of Israeli military pin with another man’s name on it and a basket-bearing hitchhiker as he travels across the US in search of the boy’s father… or perhaps something else altogethe
Dedication
To all the teachers who never give up on their students…even the annoying ones!
Copyright Information
Copyright © C. J. Nielsen (2019)
The right of C. J. Nielsen to be identified as author of this work of fiction has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528923194 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528964067 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
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Acknowledegement
The author wishes to thank Andreas and Peter for their wise counsel on earlier drafts of this book; and his family for their patience and encouragement. The author further wishes to acknowledge LinkedIn Talent Solutions for the posting (page 62) that so inspired the title character’s imagination.

Ray has little time or patience, it seems, to explain everything at this point. He found a collection of oddities in the back of his Camaro. The boy he is with either doesn’t know how they got there or is not telling him everything.
There could be an uplifting story behind it or a stomach-churning 1970s’ horror flick. Who knows? Ray is missing too many of the pieces to tell it, if he could or wanted to.
There’s some kind of military pin with insignia that he can’t make head nor tail of. The boy says it’s Hebrew. Super clever he is. There’s a stuffed toy that the teen props up by his bed in the stables every night. But the thing that’s got Ray most flummoxed is this story about some Jewish boys on a bus, which is written in his own handwriting.
It’s a mystery wrapped inside one hell of a good story, if he could ever get to the bottom of it.
***
“What are you doing for Shabes?”
“We’re taking the Holy with my parents in Jerusalem…sorry for coming back to you so late.”
“How ’bout Yontev then? Any plans for…” He deletes the last part and retypes from Yontev.
“…What are you all doing for, say, second meal?” He deletes ‘all’, holds his thumb over the ‘delete message’ prompt and then retypes: ‘Any plans?’ and presses send.
The whooshing sound of a new message.
“We’re at my parents’ place. You want to come?”
Little punch in the air. Composure. The bus jolts to a stop.
“Yeah sure…thanks!!” He thinks about adding a third exclamation…deletes both and the word ‘thanks’, starting all over again. “That would be great. Which meal?”
Whoosh.
“Second…and bring Noah!”
A frown, hint of a downturn in the mouth. Under his breath, he mutters, “Damn it!”
“Not sure Noah’s up for it. He’s been under the weather or something. Pass on excuses to your mom. Hard to explain how it is with him!!!” he sends with no hesitation on the number of exclamations.
Whoosh.
“Okay, will do. He’ll be missed! Gut Shabes anyway.”
“Thanks. You too! He’ll come around, don’t worry. The explosion has been hard on him too.” Again he hesitates, deletes and starts anew. “BTW, I’ll send over that chapter I promised. Really loved your feedback on the last one. Gut Shabes to you too!”
It’s not in my nature to ask questions when I have no control over the answer. But who are you to question me on morality, likeability, the different paths that all men must take in order to get where they ought to be?
Chapter 1

The Right Stuff
The first thing she asks that catches Ray off guard is how he’s made a difference at work in the past. “What things are you really proud of in your job?” she says while leaning in and showing just a hint of cleavage.
Ray thinks straight away that that body language course he followed online is already paying dividends, as he leans in to manage a better look.
After a brief pause for demonstrated reflection, he is about to launch one of the ‘I made some well-observed changes to the production flow and saved the company’ when it occurs to Ray that this could be one of those trick questions that interviewers throw in. And the cleavage and leaning in is an extra test of his concentration skills under pressure.
There must be rules about responding to trick questions—ways of sounding equal parts competent and humble—but something stops Ray from choosing one of these pre-rolled answers. He opts for the story of how he broke the office water dispenser and managed to pass it off as an attempt to fix it when the receptionist came in and found Ray setting up a system to catch the overflow.
***
Actually, the full story went something like this: The next day he noticed an ‘out of order’ sign on it and that it had been turned off at the back to stop people trying to use it. But Ray was convinced it was calcium clogging up the dispenser and thought that, by inserting a pencil up the spout, it would be sure to work again. Pipe-cleaner in the Percy style , he mused. So, he pulled off the sign, opened the tap at the back and fired it up again. Sure enough, the leak stopped. All fixed, Ray thought, and he headed back to his office with one of those gelatinous instant soups—tomato with croutons.
Later, when the homeless people were starting to cue up at the nightly soup kitchen in front of the train station facing Ray’s office, it reminded him that he had forgotten to have his afternoon instant soup, so he headed back to the staff kitchen and found water all over the floor.
Oops.
He quickly started mopping it up when the office manager came back in to put her cup in the dishwasher and spotted Ray cleaning the floor.
He smiled a goofy, someone has to help you keep this place running look, and she reciprocated with an ‘I want your babies look’ and said, “I wish we had more people like you, Ray O’Reilly, I really do.”
***
Ray thinks this would be one of those ‘aren’t workplaces just the craziest places’ stories which would make him stand out from the other candidates. He would be different, show himself as someone capable of thinking on his feet, with a sense of humor to boot. And maybe it does no harm to put it out there that women in his office think Ray is a good sort, too. Plant the seed.
She smiles and makes a small note on Ray’s CV which she has now used to block views of her cleavage. Perhaps that’s a sign , Ray thinks as she leans back from the table. Should he do the same?
Ray mirrors the move, as instructed in the self-help course and thinks, Now it’s time to show that he’s a laid-back guy, someone to share a beer or go to a sales conference with.
So he leans a little further back and throws his hands behind his head, tipping the seat slightly off two legs. She frowns, as though it has really made an impression and starts searching the room like she’s lost something.
So Ray drops back to four legs and looks around as well, hoping he might be able to find whatever she’s looking for first. He scoots the chair back and looks under the table but there is nothing on the ground.
As he is down there, she snaps her legs shut, so fast in fact that he hears her knees knock together under the skirt. She must be busting to go to the loo, Ray concludes, so he pops back up from under the table.
“Sorry, I couldn’t find anything,” he tells her.
“I should hope not,” she snaps back and starts folding the CV to go into her binder.
Folding is a good sign…She