Denim & Diamonds, the NaNo Draft - Episode 1
Beth peered
nervously through the driving sheets of
rain, slowing down even more. The windshield wipers
swished, but weren’t keeping up with the torrent. She
flipped the switch to high and the wipers flip-flipped
frantically, but she still couldn’t see any better. The crackle
of the radio irritated her already jangled nerves. She
frowned and glanced down just for a second to flip the
radio off, but when she looked up there was a flash of
brown and white fur in her headlights.
She swerved, and slammed her right foot down on the brakes. The car
skidded wildly on the wet blacktop. She spun the steering
wheel, desperately trying to correct the skid. The car
skidded right, then left, then plowed through the ditch. Her
head snapped forward, striking the steering wheel. The
seatbelt cut painfully into her stomach and chest.
It was all over in a split-second. She slumped in her
seat, her breath ragged and painful. She blinked slowly.
The windshield wipers still flip-flopped, and the rain
thumped angrily against the roof of her Camry. She took a
couple of deep breaths, and ran through a mental inventory
of her limbs. Everything seemed to be attached and was
still working. Gingerly, she touched her forehead and was
glad the gash seemed to be small, and not bleeding badly.
Her car was still running. That was good. No airbag. That
was bad. She glanced back at the road. No Bambi corpse.
That was good. She carefully put the gearshift in reverse
and pressed gently on the gas. The wheels spun in the mud
and grass, but there was no traction. That was bad. And
things were starting to tilt, and the darkness seemed to be
closing in. That was really bad . . .
Headlights swept over her car and she looked over
her shoulder just in time to see a jacked-up truck pull over
on the shoulder behind her. She wondered for a moment if
this was good or bad. Good if he was the hero-type. Bad if
he was the ax murderer type. The way her luck was
running, it could go either way. She felt herself start to drift
off.
If you like what you've read and would like to read more, you can buy a copy of Denim & Diamonds here.
rain, slowing down even more. The windshield wipers
swished, but weren’t keeping up with the torrent. She
flipped the switch to high and the wipers flip-flipped
frantically, but she still couldn’t see any better. The crackle
of the radio irritated her already jangled nerves. She
frowned and glanced down just for a second to flip the
radio off, but when she looked up there was a flash of
brown and white fur in her headlights.
She swerved, and slammed her right foot down on the brakes. The car
skidded wildly on the wet blacktop. She spun the steering
wheel, desperately trying to correct the skid. The car
skidded right, then left, then plowed through the ditch. Her
head snapped forward, striking the steering wheel. The
seatbelt cut painfully into her stomach and chest.
It was all over in a split-second. She slumped in her
seat, her breath ragged and painful. She blinked slowly.
The windshield wipers still flip-flopped, and the rain
thumped angrily against the roof of her Camry. She took a
couple of deep breaths, and ran through a mental inventory
of her limbs. Everything seemed to be attached and was
still working. Gingerly, she touched her forehead and was
glad the gash seemed to be small, and not bleeding badly.
Her car was still running. That was good. No airbag. That
was bad. She glanced back at the road. No Bambi corpse.
That was good. She carefully put the gearshift in reverse
and pressed gently on the gas. The wheels spun in the mud
and grass, but there was no traction. That was bad. And
things were starting to tilt, and the darkness seemed to be
closing in. That was really bad . . .
Headlights swept over her car and she looked over
her shoulder just in time to see a jacked-up truck pull over
on the shoulder behind her. She wondered for a moment if
this was good or bad. Good if he was the hero-type. Bad if
he was the ax murderer type. The way her luck was
running, it could go either way. She felt herself start to drift
off.
If you like what you've read and would like to read more, you can buy a copy of Denim & Diamonds here.
Posted by Elle Robb at 5/14/2010 1:56 PM 
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Tags: elle robb romance missouri romantic suspense nanowrimo national novel writing month denim and diamonds namo
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Tags: elle robb romance missouri romantic suspense nanowrimo national novel writing month denim and diamonds namo
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