Excerpt- Fire

•March 14, 2010 • Leave a Comment

     Rhiannon descended into hell of her own free will.  The Butte Lightning Complex fire had been burning for two days and reports had it stopped at the river.  Once the wind shifted it would jump, and make its wild destructive dash straight through the canyon below.  Before that happened, she had to get the canyon evacuated.  There was one house left on her route.  Just one last person to cajole, beg, threaten with certain death if they didn’t pack up their belongings and hit the road within the next two hours. 

     Her sigh turned into a hacking cough that tightened her lungs with pain.  The smoke was thick and acrid, full of burning chemicals.  It was toxic.  Even with the windows rolled up it seeped through the cracks and vents in the truck.  The taste was thick on her tongue.  Her lungs burned and with each shallow breath she choked.  Biting tears stung her eyes; tears trickled down her cheek until her vision was a red tinged blur. 

     She fumbled in desperation for the controls to the air conditioner, banging a fist to the top of the dash, when nothing but smoky air sputtered out, at the same time trying to keep an eye on the was one lane dirt road winding down into the canyon. 

     The radio crackled and she jumped.  “Shoot!” 

     The faded voice of the dispatcher came over the line.  “Probation 21, give me your location?”

     Rhiannon grabbed for the radio mic, cursing under her breath when it dropped to the floor.  She bent over, fingers stretching for the cord. The mic had rolled under the passenger seat.  Again.    Darn thing never stayed put.  Always popping out of the holder and she’d have to stop to fumble around for it.  Cheap ass… county vehicle…

     Her eyes moved from the road… just for a minute, but it was enough.  Several cars had passed her earlier.  They had maneuvered safe passage through cooperation; but, the big camper that barreled towards her seemed determined to force its way past her.  The jerk ignored the steep drop off on her side of the road, shoving forward with spinning wheels. 

     She jerked the wheel, pulling as far to the right as possible.  A high pitch screech of metal filled the air as the camper’s side swiped her car, pushing it so that the back tires slid over the edge.  She slammed her hand down on the horn.  Her pulse boomed in her ears and her breath caught in panic at the surge again from the camper.  Her foot trembled on the brake as she willed the car to stay put, for the camper to stop… but whoever was driving made no attempt to slow down. 

     Rhiannon threw open the car door, jerked free of the seat belt and hurled herself out of the car just as the back end of the car continued its slow downward slide in the loose gravel.  The sting of rocks cutting into her hands and knees barely penetrated her terror as scrambled to try and stop her decent.  She caught a branch, hand sliding down the ragged bark.  Her shoulder wrenched at the sudden stop.  She cried out but refused to let go.  No way was she letting go.  Not when the branch was the only thing between her and the edge of the cliff mere inches from her feet. 

     She’d landed on her knees.  She watched over her shoulder in horror as the car pick up speed, rolling down the embankment.  Trees splintered then a loud crash as the buick came to rest fifty feet below.  It didn’t explode…thank God.  She rolled onto her back staring up at smoke filled sky.  To her west she could see the orange red glow of the fire painting the sky and she cursed herself for being such an idiot.


Why Blog?

•March 14, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I’ve never understood the need to blog.  I tried it once and like creamed corn I gave it up feeling slighty nauseated.  It was too confusing.  How to set up the site.  Why would people even want to read it?  What makes me interesting?  Nothing.  Then I decided. 

A blog can be an extension of my creativity.   I’ve decided to give it a try because I want to be an author.  I want to get my manuscript published, someday…after many revisions.  To do that I need a blog.  I need for people to read what I’ve written and comment on whether I’m growing as a blogger and as an author.

Hello world!

•March 14, 2010 • 1 Comment

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