WeWriWa: EU34

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Where did June go?? While I'm asking questions, I'll add, where did the entire first half of this year go??? 
     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.  This change 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/
      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 
     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, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. Last week one of her kidnappers  explained that they need help, that there's been a crash. Emmily assumes a 'car' crash. . It ended with:  Cross my heart? Seriously?

        Now, the  snippet:  

     

     He cocks his head again and hesitates. His string of beads sways back and forth...back and forth... He says, “No ambulance. No doctor.”

     I don’t know what they want. What do they expect me to do?

     He points the weapon at my temple. “You will help us… now.”

      That’s when I get a good look at the weapon and I start to snicker. The snicker grows into something explosive—an uncontrolled howl—a funny-but-so-not-funny kind of laugh. The danger doesn’t escape me though.

 

That's the snippet, but here's the next sentence to lessen the cliffhanger. :-) (Maybe it only adds to it???)

 

     Even if it is a cheap Halloween ray-gun, I’m still alone in the middle of nowhere with strangers who control my immediate future.

    

  

      That's it for this week. It does make a person wonder, huh? A Halloween raygun? Really?? Thanks so much for reading, and if you left a comment, I'll throw in a virtual hug.