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    Confessions From a Moving Van
    Confessions From a Moving Van
    Confessions From a Moving Van
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    Confessions From a Moving Van

    By Amy Neftzger

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    Confessions From a Moving Van is a short story that follows a series of individuals embarking upon life changes as told from the perspective of the moving van who carried these people on their journeys. Told in a somewhat similar vein as the author's previous work Conversations With the Moon, the stories are thoughtful, yet often funny. Even with their limited knowledge of the world, machines can also be philosophical.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFOG INK
    Release dateJan 1, 2013
    ISBN9780984803477
    Confessions From a Moving Van
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    Amy Neftzger

    Amy Neftzger (born June 23) is an American researcher and author who has published fiction books, non-fiction books, business articles, and peer review research. Her works have reached an international audience.Amy was born in Illinois and graduated from Elk Grove High School in Elk Grove Village, Illinois. She received her bachelors degree from the University of North Florida in Jacksonville, Florida and her Masters in Industrial/ Organizational Psychology from Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. She graduated from both Universities with honors.She has written numerous business and journal articles, but her fiction works have been the most commercially successful. In 2003 she published Conversations with the Moon, which was also translated into Korean and published in South Korea. In 2005 she collaborated with her husband, guitarist Tyra Neftzger on a children's book called "All that the Dog Ever Wanted." The book was designed to introduce children to jazz music at an early age and included a CD sampler of jazz tunes. In 2007 she worked as an editor on a business fable called "The Damned Company." She's also written "Confessions From a Moving Van" and "Leftover Shorts."In 2013, Amy released her first Young Adult book called "The Orphanage of Miracles." The sequel to this book, "The Orchard of Hope" is scheduled for release in June of 2014, and The Ferryman (adult fiction) is scheduled for release in October, 2014.

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      Confessions From a Moving Van - Amy Neftzger

      Confessions

      from a

      Moving Van

      Copyright Amy Neftzger 2003

      Published by FOG INK at Smashwords

      Published by

      Fog Ink

      an imprint of

      Fields of Gold Publishing, Inc.

      Copyright © 2012 by Amy Neftzger

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or manner whatsoever without the written permission of the publisher. For more information contact:

      Fields of Gold Publishing, Inc.

      PO Box 965

      Brentwood TN, 37027.

      Edited by Tim Mann.

      Cover design by Cory Basil.

      ISBN: 9780984803477

      The book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to

      individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

      Table of Contents

      My Confession

      Exhibit A: San Diego to Chicago

      Exhibit B: From City to Suburb

      Exhibit C: Boston to Miami

      Exhibit: Dallas to Boston

      Exhibit E: Indianapolis to the Afterlife

      Exhibit F: My Final Confession

      Acknowledgments

      My Confession

      When most people look at an oil slick on the pavement, they see a black splatter and, if the light is just right, a rainbow of colors. I don’t. I see words and stories. A simple blot on the road can speak volumes if you know how to read it. Oil slicks are a language of motion; an intimate discourse on change from one place to another.

      What you’re now reading is certainly not The Confessions of St. Augustine and I’m quite far from being a saint. In fact, I’m not even human. But the reality is that too often I’ve heard much more than people wanted any other person to know. Whether this is due to something inside me or something within people that causes them to unburden their souls when they’re with me, I couldn’t say. I don’t completely understand it. However, most people can’t seem to help talking openly to me. I listen quietly. In fact, I’m so good at listening and refraining from any kind of judgment that people hardly know I’m there. People often speak to machines as if we can’t understand or respond, but we do. We speak your languages much more often than you speak ours.

      Perhaps people know that I’m there to carry their physical burdens and so they instinctively release the emotional ones, as well. Whatever the reason, I know that moving always brings a portion of misery and there are always difficulties. There’s no escape from that. It’s a tiring ordeal for everyone, but perhaps more so for me. My load is the heaviest of all because I’m a moving van. No one carries more than me during times of transition.

      My confessions are about change, but they’re also about life because change is one of the things that defines life. Without change, life stagnates and eventually dies. Not everyone can see this, but because I’m in constant motion I notice what happens to things that stop moving. However, I’m already getting ahead of myself. The whole purpose of writing this piece is to confess publicly for my sins. Some of these sins I committed knowingly while others were the result of inadvertently aiding others in their own sins. The stories I have to tell are not simple ones and my role is complex, so I’ll attempt to explain each piece of evidence. Once you have a proper understanding of the foundation for my offenses, it will be easier for me to explain how they fit together and culminated in the monstrous crime from which I have so great a need to unburden my soul.

      While it’s hard to say exactly where it all began to go wrong, in my mind I believe that the trip from San Diego to Chicago was the true beginning. It wasn’t my first journey, nor would it be the last of anything for me. However, this trip was the first in a whole series of events that would change me and everyone with whom I came into contact. I was just doing my job, but it seems as if a lot of bad things happen because someone was just doing a job. It’s ironic how much the little things we barely notice at the time can leave an effect on the world. Sometimes, I admit, I make too many assumptions and I fail to notice some important details because I didn’t understand the significance of a thing at the time I encountered it. But I’m getting ahead of myself again. My point is that I’m constantly surprised at how different things are from what I expect. Like Eddie.

      Exhibit A:

      Exhibit A:

      When I first saw Eddie, I thought he was a gardener. There was something earthy about him. He had that quiet, philosophical demeanor that I’ve noticed in people who like to grow things. I think

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