I'm Hearing Voices - Emotion Flash Fiction
Oops! Friday's Top Ten will return next week. Today I invite you to read on.
This is my third and final post in the I'm Hearing Voices blogfest hosted by Cassie Mae at Reading, Writing, and Lovin' it! and Angie at Live to Write...Edit when Necessary. Thanks Cassie Mae and Angie for dreaming up this blogfest and taking care of all the details.
I've had fun sharing a little about Summer with you. I hope you're intrigued and will
Lake Tahoe was Libby's absolute favorite place on earth. She loved daydreaming on hikes through the forest while crushing needles under her feet and inhaling their fresh pine scent. Skiing down the slopes of Heavenly. The wild abandon of kayak racing with her friends, followed by parties on the beach. The corners of her mouth lifted.
She might live in San Francisco, but her dad's cabin, nestled part way up a mountain overlooking the lake, was the home of her heart. After the hellish week she had, she looked forward to a juicy steak and two days of sleep and laid-back relaxation.
But in the cabin's kitchen, on that day five years ago, Libby's world changed forever.
No more carefree parties. Only constant awareness of every sound, every movement, every face.
She became a chameleon holding invisible jobs. She carried on conversations, smiled and chuckled when required. And her dead soul felt nothing. She had no friends, no home, no family. All she wanted was to soar and sink with laughter and tears, but neither came. Only emptiness.
The wheels of the U.S. Marshals Service Gulfstream kissed the tarmac of the Corpus Christi Naval Air Station and brought her thoughts to the present. A long sigh escaped her lips. When she stepped through the door, she would have a new identity—Summer Newcombe, a woman with no reason to need a place to hide.
Once more she would be safe. Until he found her again.
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