At last, an excerpt!!
Here is a bit of Randi's Hellacious Adventure. Enjoy. And don't forget the whole thing will be available no later than Sunday the 11th!
...He was Spanish and Egyptian and soooo gorgeously sexy but mom and dad thought he was totally out of my league. A foreign son-in-law would have given mom the vapors, as grandma used to say. We broke it off after a few weeks, but since then sex is just like, well, having dinner or taking a shower or something. I am so disappointed. I know it isn’t supposed to be that way.
It’s totally depressing. I’ve really started to wonder what is wrong with me. I was lost in thought and not paying strictest attention to my driving, I must confess. I know I did not run that light, though. I don’t care what the cops say or that drugged up redneck in the monster truck. I was in the middle of the intersection but there were other cars ahead and behind me. Then all at once this humongous four wheel drive truck comes roaring up on my side. It loomed over me like godzilla in those Japanese anime flicks before everything went into slow motion.
I heard the crash, metal scaping on metal. Tires were squealing on the pavement, people screaming as the truck began rolling right over my little car. I smelled gas and oil and blood. I felt a series of terrible crunching jolts, then nothing at all.
* * *
I just woke up. Sheesh, it’s hot here, almost like Arizona in July. It feels like a dry heat though, so it won’t bother me. It’s kind of dark and smoky smelling, you know? Where am I? Where is my car and the city and everything? All I can see are jumbles like some kind of ruins and a brassy red-gray sky overhead.
I start to look around but it’s hard to see very much. I can hear some music in the distance, like a bad garage band practicing. A few distant voices, mostly like people are yelling or screaming. This is so not familiar. Where am I?
After I walk a ways, I see a crowd milling around and head toward them. The light is a little brighter here and they seem to be congregating along the edge of a huge fire. As if they need the heat when it must be at least 115. Yes, I can see the band now. They’re all ragged and dirty looking. Their instru
...He was Spanish and Egyptian and soooo gorgeously sexy but mom and dad thought he was totally out of my league. A foreign son-in-law would have given mom the vapors, as grandma used to say. We broke it off after a few weeks, but since then sex is just like, well, having dinner or taking a shower or something. I am so disappointed. I know it isn’t supposed to be that way.
It’s totally depressing. I’ve really started to wonder what is wrong with me. I was lost in thought and not paying strictest attention to my driving, I must confess. I know I did not run that light, though. I don’t care what the cops say or that drugged up redneck in the monster truck. I was in the middle of the intersection but there were other cars ahead and behind me. Then all at once this humongous four wheel drive truck comes roaring up on my side. It loomed over me like godzilla in those Japanese anime flicks before everything went into slow motion.
I heard the crash, metal scaping on metal. Tires were squealing on the pavement, people screaming as the truck began rolling right over my little car. I smelled gas and oil and blood. I felt a series of terrible crunching jolts, then nothing at all.
* * *
I just woke up. Sheesh, it’s hot here, almost like Arizona in July. It feels like a dry heat though, so it won’t bother me. It’s kind of dark and smoky smelling, you know? Where am I? Where is my car and the city and everything? All I can see are jumbles like some kind of ruins and a brassy red-gray sky overhead.
I start to look around but it’s hard to see very much. I can hear some music in the distance, like a bad garage band practicing. A few distant voices, mostly like people are yelling or screaming. This is so not familiar. Where am I?
After I walk a ways, I see a crowd milling around and head toward them. The light is a little brighter here and they seem to be congregating along the edge of a huge fire. As if they need the heat when it must be at least 115. Yes, I can see the band now. They’re all ragged and dirty looking. Their instru
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