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Moonrise Ch 2

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Here is this Friday’s:

Ch 2

Her arms and legs glided through the water, as if her and it were one. Her fingertips touched the wall and she flipped, turning and heading in the opposite direction. The familiar ache of her lungs relaxed her, allowing her mind to be empty as her body worked. Her head turned for air as her arms circled above her head, ready to butterfly down the lane. It was her favorite stroke because it allowed her to swim like a mermaid, like she belonged in the water, was born to be in it.

After a couple more laps she decided to head to shore. It was about midday, few clouds in the sky, a tender breeze caressing the water. She heard what sounded like a fog horn and looked around, confused. This was a lake.

She chalked it up to being tired and swam a little faster towards shore. She heard the sound again and spun completely around, nothing in sight. Hmm, she wondered just what that noise was. She peered around the lake but saw no source of the sound.

Unexpectedly a wave came at her, and then another, higher and higher. Her limbs flailed, trying to stay above water, but she couldn’t. Quickly the wave overtook her and she went under. Her muscles cramped up as she fought to get to the surface. Anxiety and panic pumped blood through her veins as she kicked, her legs throbbing. It seemed like her fingertips almost touched the surface, but it was more like caressing the underside. Something yanked on her ankle, once, twice quickly before she could even react, and then it started to drag her down. Continue reading Moonrise Ch 2

It was so cold that my breath fogged up the glass. I locked my door, just out of habit, and kept my eyes focused outside. Trees whisked by, as if running in the opposite direction as they were heading.

“How much longer till we get there?” I asked, tired of being in the car. After awhile there is no position nor any amount of shifting that will cure your discomfort. It becomes unbearable.

“Not that much longer, dear,” my mother said, giggling. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

A light rain began to patter the car, streaks of water  obstructing my view of the beautiful green landscape outside. In the front seat my mother was shuffling about, distracting my father.

“What in heavens name are you doing?” He asked her, a smirk on his face.

“Nothing goes better with rain than classical music!” She laughed playfully. Finally she found a CD case with what she was looking for and popped one in. It started to play and her and my dad smiled at each other. He reached over for her hand and held it to his mouth, kissing it. It was a beautiful moment. I was happy for my parents.

Until my heart was in my throat, that is. In front of us lay dozens of enormous fallen rocks blocking the road. There were a couple of cars ahead stopped a little bit away from where the rocks lay.

“Oh wow,” he said, quickly hitting the brakes to slow down.

Except we didn’t. The car kept going. He pumped them, but nothing happened.

“What the-?” He said. I could hear the panic in his voice. My mother turned to him, panic evident in her eyes, their beautiful moment shattered by this impending disaster. He pulled the emergency brake the the tires locked, screeching.

The car hit some black ice and started spinning. The force of the spin pinned me to the car, like an insect to a bumper. We got closer and closer to the cars and rocks, closer and closer to being smashed.

We collided with a car and the rock wall. My suitcase came from the other side of the car and landed on me. I heard a distinctive snap and wondered if something had broken on me or the case.

I could hear shouts outside of the car. A few seconds later, someone was at my door.They spoke to me, but my brain didn’t register. I was in shock.

In the front, my parents were still. The windshield’s glass had shattered as well as my mother’s window. My father seemed fine but she had cuts and scrapes all on her. Some people, the ones from the other cars, I assumed, opened our doors. They checked us out, making sure we were okay.

A series of loud CRACKs  whipped through the air and everyone froze in place. We looked up in horror to see more rocks falling down.