Here in North Carolina it has rained almost every day this
summer—even in August which is usually a rather dry month.
Meanwhile, out on the west coast forest fires are once
again taking a toll. I wish I could send some of this rain across the country
to the places that need it the most. An equal distribution of rain would be a
good thing, God…just a suggestion.
Y'all stay safe wherever you are.
Excerpt:
Kyle kicked open the door of his
mother’s former dress shop despite the sign that read, No Men Allowed. The raging fire upstairs in the private quarters
made this an emergency, certainly enough to ignore that sign. Smoke began to
fill the shop as he raced up the stairs calling out the name of the new shop
owner. “Miss Beckett! Miss Mia Beckett, where are you?”
As he reached the landing of the
second floor, he heard someone cough nearby. With the wet blanket wrapped
around him he rushed toward the direction of the cough until he found the woman
lying on the floor almost unconscious from smoke inhalation. As soon as he
removed the wet blanket he wore and wrapped her in its protective layer, he scooped
her up in his arms to carry her away from the flames and smoke. The scarf she
wore fell away from her neck and her head lolled back against his chest to
reveal a thin, straight scar that ran all the way across her throat from her
left ear to her right. It wasn’t an old scar, most likely no more than two or
three months in the past. She attempted to raise a hand as if to cover her
throat and replace the silk scarf. He’d always seen her wear a scarf of some
description or another around her neck since her arrival in town. Now he knew
all those scarves were not her unique sense of fashion, but her desire to hide
the scar. She was a woman attempting to keep a secret.
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