WeWriWa: EU30

   
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  It would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1  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 the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here, and she's in the tiny local town getting supplies. She drew the (unwanted) attention of a sort of creepy local. He might have been following her. She thinks she lost him. Last week was a cliffhanger. Not sure that this week isn't another one. :-) Last week ended with: As I near my lane, I’m watching my rearview mirror. I glance forward and… “Shit!” I slam on the brakes.

        Now, the  snippet:

         A man is standing smack-dab in the middle of the road. I start to drive to the side, kind of in the ditch, trying to squeeze past him. He shakes his head, raises a weapon he’s gripping with both hands,, and aims it directly at me.

     I slam the car into reverse. What the hell is this? A carjacking? In the middle of nowhere? I turn to look behind me and catch motion among the trees. More men are running toward the car. They level weapons at me too.

     That's the snippet. I feel like I need to give you a few more since you've waited so patiently for this pivotal scene...

    

     My chest feels tight; I might be having a heart attack.

     I put my foot on the brake and try desperately to come up with a way to get out of this. 

     The wind is blowing my trail dust past the car, and the man in front of me covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He’s walking closer, finally standing at my car door. The three of them now have me surrounded. Two no longer point weapons at me, but the guy at my window keeps his drawn. He leans down close to the glass and I don’t have to see through those dark glasses to know he's locked eyes with me. He speaks in halting words. “We… need your… help.”

Uh oh... What kind of help? Or maybe I should say this is the first day of the rest of her life. ;-)

That's it for this week.  Thanks so much or reading--and if you left a comment, I'll add a virtual hug.