tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75251053299453451852011-09-02T11:20:04.463-05:00Preview of an upcoming book by Chad J. BringChadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525579935635415149noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525105329945345185.post-39832448073370361222010-12-05T14:21:00.005-06:002010-12-05T14:25:17.571-06:00<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUe3sbtqI2Q?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUe3sbtqI2Q?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="293"></object><br /><br><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUe3sbtqI2Q" target="_blank">View on Youtube.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525105329945345185-3983244807337036122?l=leftunsaidbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525579935635415149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525105329945345185.post-33122656531266620032008-02-01T17:39:00.000-06:002008-02-01T20:29:18.873-06:00A story about the period between relationships when a person evaluates why the past relationship failed, what went left unsaid - what didn't, and the fears and the baggage they carry with them to the next relationship.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525105329945345185-3312265653126662003?l=leftunsaidbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525579935635415149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525105329945345185.post-17394548272715877992008-02-01T16:10:00.008-06:002010-12-05T14:29:42.920-06:00In the center of a crowded restaurant, Ali hesitated.<br /><br />“No,” she finally answered in a soft tone, “I can’t.” She stared at the (round brilliant diamond) ring inside the box he held; trying to deflect any eye contact - trying to avert reading the confusion in his eyes.<br /><br />Still feeling the touch of her hand, Jonathan looked up at her with a dozen questions in mind, but knew her answers would be vague.<br /><br />An uncomfortable silence filled the entire room - still down on one knee; his face became red as his eyes darted to several glares from a nearby table. He was aware of the attention that was on the scene and what happened next.<br /><br />Hazy from Ali’s response to his proposal, his head turned back in the direction of his girlfriend of seven months. He couldn’t comprehend or assess her facial expression. Jonathan whispered his first of many questions, “No?” trying not to draw any more curiosity.<br /><br />“No” had been hard for her to say, even harder for him to hear – her tone, her voice, her “no”.<br /><br />She let go of his hand and leaned back in her chair. Jonathan staggered back into his seat; his hand shook as he tried carefully to place the box in his coat pocket.<br /><br />All eyes were locked on the scene. Half on him. Half on her. Embarrassed for both.<br /><br />Ali remained silent. She chose to be silent over saying something she’d later regret.<br /><br />Jonathan scanned the room until everyone had finally decided to go about their business; although he still heard whispering. I can’t believe she said “no”, - echoed in his mind after a customer nearby commented the same.<br /><br />His broken heart kept him from looking into her eyes; he didn’t know what to say or what to do. Jonathan wasn’t even sure if his throat would allow him to complete a word.<br /><br />&copy; Chad J. Bring<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525105329945345185-1739454827271587799?l=leftunsaidbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525579935635415149noreply@blogger.com1