The following is a harrowing Mayday excerpt from my book, IT'S ONLY MAKE BELIEVE.
Excerpt:
Kit had a hell of a time keeping the old Jeep
on the road. Knowing how bad a driver June was only made him speed up more to
get to her before something awful happened. The old dirt road had become a
slick mud slide. He couldn’t allow himself to imagine how June even made it
this far without sliding off the road. With his attention on navigating the
road, Kit glanced along the ditches that ran on both sides. The ditches were
supposed to provide proper drainage in weather like this, but clearly, they did
not. He strained his eyes as he searched for signs of June’s car. God, please keep my June safe until I can
get to her.
After what seemed an
eternity, Kit approached the bridge. His heart throbbed in his chest with
gratitude when he saw in the glow of his headlights several trucks and the
taillights of two horse trailers along with his brothers and cousin gathered at
the entrance to the bridge. Hank and Sam along with their cousin, Kyle, were
already there and unloading the horses.
The car slid to a stop
as his male relatives rushed to meet him. Those yahoos sure looked good to him
right now. His older brother, Sam, reached his car just as Kit got the door
open and stepped out into the wail of the maddening wind and the sharp prick of
the rain on his skin. “We found her, Kit.” Sam’s voice rose up over the deluge
of rain and wind. “It’s gonna be damn tricky.”
Panic sent sparks of
adrenaline through his body and made Kit’s hands shake. “You found her? Where
the hell is she, then?” A vision of a lifeless body tried to pry its way into
his mind, but he pushed it back, willing June to be alive.
“Come with me, Kit.” Kit’s heart raced in his
chest as he hurried to follow Sam onto the old wooden bridge that connected the
land on both sides of the Wind River. With the truck lights shining on the scene,
Kit saw the bridge had chunks of the boards missing on its deck. Halfway
across, he saw the side rails broken with a wide gap. And right in the middle
of the gap he saw June’s car, hanging precariously off the side of the bridge. Mother of God!
Until next time...
Sarah J.
McNeal
Diverse
stories filled with heart
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