For day 8 of my counting down to In Dire Straits, here’s an excerpt.
She jerked awake at the shrill sound of the phone. Was she supposed to answer it? Rubbing her eyes, she rushed to the kitchen. An old pushbutton phone hung on the wall above a small rectangular wooden shelf with a narrow drawer. No caller ID on the phone. No display of any kind. She lifted the receiver from its hook. “Triple-D Ranch.”
“Rebecca? It’s Bethany.” Her voice was hushed. “I tried calling your cell, but you didn’t a...
Published on October 17, 2016 00:05