Wewriwa: EU14

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story in first-person-present. 
     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. They've just arrived,. She's checked the cabin inside and just finished running the vacuum cleaner. She's heading outside to empty the canister. I'm skipping a couple of paras.  

       

    

The snippet:

     

    

     I think I've managed to find most of the cobwebs and spiders with the vacuum hose. Before I step outside, I turn on the porchlight and look around. As I gaze into the black woods, it occurs to me that I’ve never been up here all alone before now.

     On the top step, I gaze heavenward and wonder if mom and dad can see me, if they know I’m here at the cabin. I lose myself in the sheer depth and breadth of a starlit vista I could never see from the city. These are my childhood stars, and my teenage stars, even college stars; they’ve always spoken to me—or at least tried to.

      I get to the bottom step, ready to head across the driveway to empty the canister, and there's motion at the edge of the woods. It's at the far end of where the dim porchlight reaches. I’ve either seen somebody moving away from the clearing into the trees, or sasquatch has long blond hair. I spin around and race back inside.

     
     Uh oh...

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