Chapter One – Transit
The city stood erect and imposing. Crowds walled within its maze moved in streams of color and shadow, with an urban pulse coursing through each running, rattling member.
Evie was one of them.
Rushing through her morning ritual she ascended from her garden apartment, jumping into the push. The city told her where to go, what to do, and who to do it with. Evania wasn’t quite the mover and shaker of Wall Street, but she had her own network of connections – people she relied on and who relied on her for day-to-day decisions and operations.
She ran across East Street, jacket open, scarf and hair braided by the wind, calculating how much time she had to grab a latte and catch the train to get across town. She joined the jittery lines feigning movement with urgent calls, news updates and text messages, hurriedly cupping coffees and jumping back into the rush.
Pressed against other commuters, Evie watched the doors suction open with a hydraulic cry to embrace and expel commuters en route. Faces stared forward, suppressing yawns with deep breaths, blinking impersonal glances, then down to screens printed with busy thumbs.
Suddenly, the train strained against its hurling momentum, breaking in a screeching halt, then finally rocked to a moaning stop, fuming biting smoke. Bodies flung in slow motion toward the front and then back of the car like pendulums anchored to seats or poles to which they desperately clung.
Finally still, Evie blinked…
Campsite #6: She wanted to get away. She didn’t know how far she would go.
Christian Themed Suspense Novel | 67,000 Words
Artist and Author
Jan is a graphic and web designer. She published Marriage Recall, a self-help book written by her husband and counselor, Chuck Fallon, LPC. She also has articles published by Today’s Christian Woman: Sex Was My Last Priority and Growthtrac: What a Good Marriage Can Do, which are also available in My Library. For info on graphic services, visit scriptart.com or send a note!
Book Quote #1
He sniffed a ball of aluminum foil smelling of bacon before snorting off to other hunting grounds. As he left, his sharp-clawed paw pressed a footprint in a piece of dusty paper, blown off the picnic table, damp drops dimpling it to the ground. You could still make out the words Evie had written between his ragged tears.
Book Quote #2
Rolling like a steely pinball down the slope, Evania bounced off bumpers made of trees and rocks with her eyes glued toward the diminishing horizon. She landed soundly – once exhausted flippers made their last flap to hurl her upward, to the water’s edge.
Book Quote #3
Holly turned to find the brutal voice, locked eyes with him in a horrified gaping stare, then unleashed a slap just as brutal across his young, ignorant face. Norm rushed to catch her mid-faint, then lead her with Sandy to the Station House.
Book Quote #4
He laid on the stone floor of the Enclave, lanky and floppish. So much dead weight even his strongest cohort back on the fields would strain to lift him. He knew nothing of fear or worry until now. And because he had no words or understanding for them, the anxiety they produced in an earthly person was multiplied by his innocence.
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Camping in Death Valley by Paxson Woelber. Used with permission.