It's time for another sneak peek!
This scene is actually part of the dream I had that inspired me to write LARK.
This scene is actually part of the dream I had that inspired me to write LARK.
I'm so absorbed in my own thoughts that I take the next corner too quickly and lose control of my car. Suddenly, we are swerving wildly and sliding all over the steep hill. I hear screaming and realize a moment later that the frantic cries are my own. I struggle with the wheel, desperately trying to regain control of the car as we hurtle straight toward a telephone pole. My attempts to steer fail entirely and we crash. We crash hard. I hear a horrific shattering of glass right before the airbags deploy. It takes me a second to catch my breath before I realize I'm alone inside the car.
I look through the shattered windshield and see a dark mass laying about ten feet away from my car. Brian, shivering so much from walking in the cold, must have forgotten to put on his seatbelt and is now lying in patch of red stained snow.
I look through the shattered windshield and see a dark mass laying about ten feet away from my car. Brian, shivering so much from walking in the cold, must have forgotten to put on his seatbelt and is now lying in patch of red stained snow.
As the panic sets in, I suddenly notice a strange tingling sensation in my fingertips, similar to the pins-and-needles-like numbness I feel when my foot falls asleep. Not even thinking about my own possible injuries, I immediately jump out of my car and run over to try to help Brian. He is unconscious and it appears that while he sustained multiple cuts all over his body from flying through my windshield, the most critical injury seems to be the deep gash on his forehead. I check for a pulse, but I am shaking so hard I can't tell if he even has one. There is blood everywhere. I've never seen so much blood before and it's making me feel sick to my stomach. I apply firm pressure to Brian's gaping head wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding as I try to figure out how in the world I'm going to get help.
Since the theater isn't open yet, the nearby parking lot is empty so no one witnessed our accident. As I sit there trying to figure out what I should do, the tingling sensation in my fingers is getting stronger and stronger, making me think that I may have some nerve damage or some other injury that's being masked by the adrenaline surging through my veins. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a familiar truck rapidly approaching us.
Oh, thank God!
Oh, thank God!
Thank you everyone for stopping by. I'm off to go finish working on some edits. :)
Yay! Congratulations on reaching 200 followers on Facebook! I really love this scene, too. :)
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