Chapter Six
P. 37
Lights flashed as a cacophony of high-pitched hums invaded her senses. Her stomach rolled as fear seeped into every cell of her body. She was in the vortex of a monstrous tornado.
Debris, cattle, cats and dogs swirled by along with cars, tractors and a trailer. A man in a three-piece suit, along with a farmer and his wife swirled by, their hands covering their ears. She felt like Dorothy in THE WIZARD of OZ. Where would the twister set her down? A shiver raced up her spine along with a vision of imminent death.
The vortex stopped along with Cally’s heart. Falling through the tunnel, her fear was so great, she blacked out. Unconscious, she was shielded from the abrupt change of passing through dimensions.
She opened her eyes. Was she dead? She hadn’t seen a brilliant white light. Maybe the mist had dimmed it. There had been a tunnel, or maybe it had been the vortex of the twister. She couldn’t be sure. Her jaw hurt, a good sign that she was still in the land of the living. She couldn’t be a spirit. She was nauseous and didn’t feel well at all. Baritone voices mingled with shrill feminine ones barraged her ears. Placing her hands over them, she opened her eyes. Second hand smoke. Her eyes watered and she choked. Normally, the smoke would have irritated her. Not now. She knew she was alive. She blinked and rubbed her eyes.
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