2047

I’m adding this novel chapter by chapter on a weekly basis or whenever the spirit moves me.

Note it is classed as dystopia so it may not be for everyone.

10-01-2047-0730 His linebacker-sized body, all 6 foot-4 inches of it, perched uncomfortably on the dainty, antique scroll-back, kitchen nook chair, George Gwinnett looked out over the green, lush backyard in his Savannah mansion.

10-01-2047-0800 Gwinnett’s executive offices occupied an antebellum, two story plantation house overlooked the Low Country marshes of South Carolina just across the river from Savannah.