The thunder was so loud when it ripped with a
booming crack outside her window that Rebekah jumped, landing in a heap on the
floor. Her waist-length blonde mane twisted in her fall and clung to her face
like Peter’s bandana had clung to his neck.
With
her heart pounding in her chest, Rebekah’s sleepy eyes flew open wide to view
the world with adrenaline-charged vision.
“Help!”
The
flashes of lightening were so bright that Rebekah was forced to cover her eyes
with her arms. Even then, she could feel the brief heat from the striking bolts
on her skin.
“Somebody,
please!”
The
rain hammered violently on her windows, demanding to be let in -or else.
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Wow, I felt like I was there in the storm with her - very effective excerpt today!
ReplyDeleteThank you Veronica, and for the shout out on Twitter :-)
Deleteadrenaline-charged vision. - nicely said!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sue!
Deleteexcellent description, Sara! Very visual :-) Good excerpt.
ReplyDeleteThank you Teresa :-)
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