Stone Fall
The third book in my High Tide Suspense series is ready for my editor. We're hoping for a Christmas or New Years publication. Want to take a peek at a scene?
In a corner she heard skitterings and her breath stopped. She slowly turned her head but she no longer heard the sounds.
What in the hell was that? Did snakes make that kind of noise?
The only light that seeped into the shed was a sliver beneath the door, enough to show her where the door was, but not enough to allow her to see much of anything else in the room. The crack was also enough for things to crawl or slither in from outside. And at that moment, she watched, horrified, as a many-legged thing came to visit.
She backed slowly across the small space until she'd wedged herself in a corner.
“If that... comes near me, I’ll just step on it. It’s okay. I can kill it. My days of screaming every time I see a bug with more legs than six are over. And that slit under the door isn’t big enough for a snake. Surely it isn’t,” she whispered into the heat and darkness.
She watched the alien bug come nearer, waving it’s feelers in the air as if trying to smell her. Then the thing passed from the illumination under the door and entered the shadows on the floor. But she could still see its shape as her eyes became used to the darkness. She could even hear the scraping of its many legs across the dirt and refuse
She waited.
Finally it came within inches of her foot. The ambient light was barely enough to see its shape in the dirt, but she knew she had to act... now.
Just as the creature stopped, reared back waving its legs in the air, Sandra stomped... then stomped again... and again. To make it final, she scraped the jellied mess across the floor to the opposite corner and with her remaining shoe, she dug a hole and pushed the thing in, piling dirt and leaves over its body.
“There, you sucker. You’re dead. Rest in peace. Amen. Of course, I can’t possibly put that damned shoe back on.” She looked down at her bare feet and sighed. “At least, now they match.”
Sandra slowly returned to her corner. After taking a deep breath and inspecting the wall behind her for other dangers, she sank to the dirt floor.
Please, Nick. Save me.>
In a corner she heard skitterings and her breath stopped. She slowly turned her head but she no longer heard the sounds.
What in the hell was that? Did snakes make that kind of noise?
The only light that seeped into the shed was a sliver beneath the door, enough to show her where the door was, but not enough to allow her to see much of anything else in the room. The crack was also enough for things to crawl or slither in from outside. And at that moment, she watched, horrified, as a many-legged thing came to visit.
She backed slowly across the small space until she'd wedged herself in a corner.
“If that... comes near me, I’ll just step on it. It’s okay. I can kill it. My days of screaming every time I see a bug with more legs than six are over. And that slit under the door isn’t big enough for a snake. Surely it isn’t,” she whispered into the heat and darkness.
She watched the alien bug come nearer, waving it’s feelers in the air as if trying to smell her. Then the thing passed from the illumination under the door and entered the shadows on the floor. But she could still see its shape as her eyes became used to the darkness. She could even hear the scraping of its many legs across the dirt and refuse
She waited.
Finally it came within inches of her foot. The ambient light was barely enough to see its shape in the dirt, but she knew she had to act... now.
Just as the creature stopped, reared back waving its legs in the air, Sandra stomped... then stomped again... and again. To make it final, she scraped the jellied mess across the floor to the opposite corner and with her remaining shoe, she dug a hole and pushed the thing in, piling dirt and leaves over its body.
“There, you sucker. You’re dead. Rest in peace. Amen. Of course, I can’t possibly put that damned shoe back on.” She looked down at her bare feet and sighed. “At least, now they match.”
Sandra slowly returned to her corner. After taking a deep breath and inspecting the wall behind her for other dangers, she sank to the dirt floor.
Please, Nick. Save me.>
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