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text/markdownM Hello everyone! Good luck to you all fitting posts every day into your busy schedules. Look forward to following you. I have never blogged before but I am going to start a novella, or maybe a long story, and write for 30 days. I am working on another writing project, a novel, but thought I would start a new one for the thirty day challenge as the other project is already seven chapters in. I will post what I write each day, good, bad or terrible, ha. I rewrite a lot as I go but this is a âfirst draftâ; some passages written now will be tweaked later while others will be overhauled or tossed out. It may stop making sense at some point. I have never shown anyone such unfinished, early work, but it is fun to try and complete a certain amount of words for the month in this public setting. Since I am also doing the other project, progress may be slow on this but Iâll aim for 500 words a day. Weâll see where we end up in a month!
CLOUD KINGS
"All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each life has moments from which there is no recovery. Greer Harbor stared at the smoke outside the windows of her small rental house and knew she had just had one of these moments. The smoke shifted and changed in the wind, a magical but sinister fog, a dark cloud settling over Santa Fe like it was the end of the world. In the distance, up on the mountains, billowing clouds rose like mushroom-shaped nuclear fallout. The fire had grown tremendously fast in the hour and a half since it started, since two bullets tore into the bark of wind-shaped mountain aspens and came within inches of ending Greerâs life.
There had been a witness - an elderly woman draped in a T-shirt emblazoned in neon with "On The Seventh Day God Made Texas", her wrap-around astronaut-like sunglasses slipping down her nose. She had looked right at Greer when she drove out of the forest as drought-parched pines along the side of the road exploded into flames. Animals raced out of the woods to get away from the fire, a river of desperation - rabbits, mice, and deer, poured to the forest on the other side of the road. A bear and two cubs crossed in front of Greerâs car and she skidded to a stop, just inches from a collision. The large bear stared at her breathing heavily, her head moving side to side, a spot of fur smoking on her back.
Greer continued down the mountain and about halfway down, fire engines, cop cars and emergency service vehicles began to fly past. Greer watched as a volunteer, one of those earnest adult boy scouts with a suction cup light on top of his early-model SUV, almost crashed into a tree. The look in the Boy Scoutâs eyes was feverish, ecstatic, as though the day he had waited for all of his life had finally arrived.
Greer knew she shouldnât leave, she was breaking the law; at the very least she was a material witness to the start of the fire, but that fell far short of what really happened.
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