You guys on this site have been great supporters of my 2nd book teardrops of the waning moon, so thought Id give you a peek at the opening passage of the 1st book, Adrenalin Rush. - . . . I felt the passing of the bullets and tried to quicken my pace, but the sand was thick and soft, dragging harder at my feet with every yard I gained. My lungs were on fire and I could hear my heart pounding desperately in my ears. A third shot, closer this time, slapped past my left shoulder as I reached the dubious cover of the bush and sank gratefully to my knees behind it. I was exhausted. Three days of beatings and too little food had sapped my strength. Fortunately, the guy with the gun didn’t look like lasting much longer. I peered from under the wilted branches of my sanctuary at the old desert fort. He stood unsteadily in the entrance, the broken gates hanging drunkenly behind him. The moonlight was bright enough for me to see the dark stain growing across his enormous chest. A trickle of blood escaped his gaping mouth even as he raised the gun for another shot. At this distance I shouldn’t have been concerned about him hitting me. But then again, every bullet has to go somewhere. He never quite made it. Slowly, he sank to his knees and then sagged backwards till he lay awkwardly on his back with his legs tucked under him. I waited. Five minutes turned to ten, then fifteen. Nothing moved. There was no sound at all. No wind moved across the desert sands and any creatures awake at this hour waited silently with me. Tension filled the air. Nothing moved. Not me and not him. Finally I got to my feet and keeping my eyes on him, I walked slowly back towards the old fort. Did he move? Perhaps just a twitch? I stopped, uncertain if he was really done for or not. Three times I made to continue, but something held me back. I stared at him, hoping he was beyond staring back at me. This time five minutes turned to twenty. Then, just as I had convinced my self that it was safe, he muttered an oath and with a huge effort he raised the gun and pointed it my direction. Three shots rang out in quick succession, one of them passing between my legs. Silence descended once again, except for a dry clicking sound. He was repeatedly pulling the trigger of the now empty gun. A spasm ran through his body and the clicking stopped. Even as I watched, he sighed deeply and died. It was safe to go back into the old fort now. I just didn’t want to. There were five dead men in there, and I had killed them.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 09:05:02 +0000
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