After the Fall -- Chapter 1
A thump from down the hall echoed into Greg's subconscious and forced his eyes open. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the hush that enveloped the house, and soon the familiar quiet lulled his eyes closed and he burrowed his head deeper into the pillow.
The distinct squeak of bedsprings made him lean up on one elbow. One of the girls must be awake.
A muffled cry made him sit upright.
Becca! He fumbled for his glasses and scrambled out of bed.
"What's the matter?" Janet rolled towards him, her face buried in the blankets.
"I heard something." He glanced at her arm, draped casually across his pillow, then hurried from the room and rushed down the hall. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his upper lip. It was probably just a bad dream. But she stopped having nightmares years ago.
The nightlight in the bathroom shone onto the carpeted hallway and stopped at Becca's closed door.
Was he overreacting? He reached for the doorknob and stepped into the room.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains and bounced off the bare back of a man bent over his daughter. The man had her upper body pinned beneath him and her legs flailed as she bucked on the mattress.
"Daddy!" she screamed.
The man turned his masked head for a moment but didn't let go.
Greg's stomach rolled but adrenaline propelled him forward and he grabbed the man by the shoulders. With one pull Greg threw him to the ground and lashed out, striking his head, shoulders, neck, until his hands found his way around the man's throat. He turned his head to shield his face from the man's fists and pressed his neck into the carpet. "Becca, are you hurt?"
Monday, December 7, 2009
Shiny New First Page
Several writing friends have recently posted excerpts of their wips, and as I tweaked my first page all weekend, I thought I'd share. Please feel free to leave any criticisms -- they help me more than praise. Enjoy.