This month, to celebrate a whole year of first impressions, Dianne and I are putting up our own first page for YOU to critique. Today, I give you my first page of LONG WAY HOME, a YA contemporary/magic realism.
Ch. 1 - April 16th 1:00AM MONDAY
I remember falling.
I remember reaching out for something to grab hold of, anything, anything at all. But there was nothing but blue sky and air.
What I don’t remember is who pushed me. Or why.
I look up and all I can see is a big sky full of stars and the moon not quite full and the cliff above me, a massive perpendicular shadow rising. It’s dark now.
And I’m in the desert below.
My eyes adjust to the light – or rather lack of – and as I sit up I can see the sage and cacti, dark shapes I recognize by their outline and …and yes, the pictures Max showed me.
My head throbs, sharp, relentless, stabbing. I reach up to rub where it hurts and feel the wetness there. I know when I bring my fingers away that they are bloody. My body aches hard, like someone threw me against that canyon wall until…
I look up to the place I fell from, a black outline against the starry sky.
I should be dead.