Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Book in progress
Lucy’s car careened up the mountain and began rounding Blue Mountain curve. She grimaced when she saw the trees. They were her trees. They grew up with her from saplings to tall majestic pines, and now many were gray stalks, ravaged by acid rain. Damn, she thought, every time I come up here, it gets worse. Suddenly a flash of brown came across her windshield followed by two hoofs aimed directly at her face. Oh my God, it’s coming right through the windshield! Instinctively, Lucy yanked the wheel to the left. The jeep spun around and began to slide down Blue Mountain hill. The hoofs disappeared. Lucy glanced in her rear-view mirror. To her horror, she saw a huge green mass cresting Blue Mountain Hill.