The Matthew Channel

The start to my new best-selling romance novel.

A Bitter Aftertaste

By Matthew Smith-Hessing

            As a warm July zephyr embraced the uncovered contours of Sarah’s glistening adolescent form, she was blissfully unaware that this summer was to be like none she had ever known. That this summer would see her faith shake, her heart open, and her orchid flower. Instead, she lay there innocently at the shimmering waterside of her parents’ lakeside holiday home, thinking about the increasingly imminent prospect of going to college, or some shit like that. Although Sarah enjoyed nothing more than staring into the lake for hour upon mesmerised hour, for as long as she could remember she had always harboured a profound fear of the water itself. Luckily for her, she was ignorant to the fact that this summer, she was destined to get

really

fucking

wet.