I'm baaackkkk, and it's time for another sampling. Today I'm offering six paragraphs from "Odessa" a western historical that hasn't gotten much press.
Odessa Clay struggled to lift the overturned wagon off her father. Her muscles burned and splinters dug into her palms, but Papa’s ashen face and eyes squinting with pain inspired her determination. She bit her bottom lip and struggled to stay calm.
Odessa Clay struggled to lift the overturned wagon off her father. Her muscles burned and splinters dug into her palms, but Papa’s ashen face and eyes squinting with pain inspired her determination. She bit her bottom lip and struggled to stay calm.
“God, please help
me,” she muttered through clenched teeth, as she pushed, shoved, and lifted
with every ounce of strength she had left. The veins in the backs of her hands
bulged, but the wagon didn’t budge. At one hundred pounds and barely five feet
tall, she proved no match for solid wood. Her chest heaved and each breath took
effort. She brushed sweat-dampened hair from her brow and knelt. All her
struggling had only succeeded in setting the left rear wheel into a slow spin
and creating an eerie whirring in the silence.
“Hold on, Papa.
I’ll find some way to help you.” Her nails bit into her fisted palms.
His pale features contorted, and fear clutched
her heart. She rose and stared up and down the trail. Nothing stirred except
the hot wind that whipped her long hair into tangles and sent a dust funnel
swirling in the distance.
Turning her
attention back to her father, she again attempted to lift the wagon’s
cumbersome weight and failed.
“Can anyone hear
me,” she screamed, searching the trail again.
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Ginger, I am so glad you are back on Sunday Snippets.
ReplyDeleteI added you to my page link this morning :-).