Where was she? Did she take a wrong turn? What mountain road was this? No cell service here.
She grabbed “emergency” boots, coat, hat, and gloves from the truck, then pushed the door open and jumped.
She fell backwards into the snow like an angel and remembered her childhood sky.
Deanna is an enthusiastic reader who has no aspirations, ambitions, or talent to be a writer. She has spent years with her nose in books, taking the words from them. She likes to think that writing 50-word stories is a way of giving them back, 50 at a time.