The delightful Deana Burnhart is hosting “Gearing Up to Get an Agent Blog-o-Rama” this month. Week 2—a story chain:) How fun!
My assignment: Continue the climax from the above post using the words: Velcro, pastel, jumble. So without further ado…
The green dust caught in the breeze from the open window and swirled round and round—like a jumbled whirlpool.
Incorporeal at first but then one by one concrete wishes formed. Ice cream cones. Bicycles. Bags of gummy worms. Clothes. Phones. Computers.
And Dio’s father.
“Dad?” she whispered. Dio was so shocked her hands fell useless to her sides—like gunk filled Velcro.
“Dio?” He looked around squinting his eyes. “How did I get here?”
"Dad, where have you been?" She ran to him.“I don’t know. It feels like a dream—like another time or dimension.”
A crash on the lawn interrupted the reunion. Roddern parted the curtain and a pastel dawn peaked through.
“It’s too late,” Roddern ran a hand through his hair. “They’re here.”
Want the next installment? Check out the lovely Melodie Wright’s blog. Happy Reading:)