Saturday, August 7, 2010
High Drama Blog Fest
If you somehow missed the news, DL Hammons is hosting the High Drama Blog Fest today. Check out his blog Cruising Altitude to find the list of bloggers participating.
I enjoy visiting blogfests, but don't usually join them because of the time factor. I don't get much writing time as is, and would rather focus on my ms for the most part. But it's summer time and DL's lead up posts were so much fun I couldn't resist. :)
I decided to write a piece specifically for the blogfest rather than use a piece from my ms. So here we go...
Fog curled through the brush. Hopefully it would conceal her. Had he seen her or found her tracks? She leaned back against the tree, fought her breathing under control. She couldn’t let nerves betray her presence.
Not many people had true patience. They didn’t wait. Couldn’t stay still. He did and could so she had to as well.
Maybe she should run, take her chances. But he’d hear her. It hadn’t rained in weeks. Orange, red and yellow alarms littered the ground.
Staying still didn’t get her to safety though. She needed to move. Remaining meant certain death.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she eased up from her crouch, loosened muscles without shifting her feet. Her dark jacket and jeans had been a fortunate choice, she should blend in with the shadows. Her eyes moved continually as she leaned forward and peeked around the tree.
Nothing. She waited, but didn’t shift her weight. Patience.
One careful step. Wait. Another.
She traveled for twenty minutes before she heard a branch snap and froze. A bird? Squirrel? Or him?
The way her luck had gone? Him.
Keeping her weight squarely over her feet, she slowly lowered into a runner’s stance. Carefully she placed one hand on the ground for balance. She eased her head to the right. The sound had been behind her. Nothing moved in the shadows, but the light was fading rapidly.
A cold ring of steel touched her neck. She forced back the fury and kept very still. As long as she lived, there was hope.
“Where’d you bury him?”
She smiled, hope indeed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“One chance, Laura.”
“You’re a cop. You’re not going to shoot me.”
He cracked the safety back. “He was nine. Where’s the grave?”
Always hope. “What’s it worth?”
“Same as you. Nothing.”
Her skull erupted, then nothing at all.
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