Adult Fiction: Based upon a real Experience in the North Pacific.
Mystery, Action, Adventure
Born In California, she now resides in the American Canyon and Napa City Area. I like to visit the City and feel disconnected sometimes for my other artwork, drawings, sculptures and screen plays. I like to see what the Earth looks like, the sky and the grasslands. So I don’t get yanked into a brooding and deep technological void, absorbing everything until nothing matters. We’re mammals. The roses, dirt, rain, air, trees, and fruits have scents and seasons and I want to be grateful about that. I want to climb down the up-cycle pile onto clean, grass filled lands with Appalachians and clean water. “Don’t Think it’ll work Grim, but if you say so,” He laughed at the swinging, facets hitting light into his eyes. “The winding road facing the West Pacific Rim was barely visible from our chopper; clobbering the gail. Our rescue crew barely hung onto open bay-doors and a camera. The rain felt like whips cutting. I gasped for air between slaps of water, imaging bodies we’d find from the wreck. “No sense hoping now,” Joe threw the thermal cam. Dan dipped the helicopter for a final plunge, “...far as I take her. We don’t find ‘em here, we ain’t findin’ any. Too low on fuel to try before Lilith (the storm) hits. “Roger, 10-4 Dreamgirl, what’s my 20? Dreamgirl, I say again, Roger my 20 —Over?” [Noise] ‘Dante, I have your 20, your Right on top of Dead Rock, 20 back to Mother, Over?’ Dan looked up at the face of the cliff shining, jet-set obsidian black-glass. “Climbing, Dreamgirl! God help..”
The last whoop of the rotor blade smashed into powder. Black glass beat the rotor, whipped us around, [Background recording: Tango, what’s your 20? Dreamgirl to Tango, (she sobbed) Tango, what’s your 20?!!] But Lilith was strong. She smothered the fire, carried—all of us I to the black rock water, just to slam us right into the slab. Made peace with God, felt my body sink, wild pain crushed my mind. “I’m Dante, and God let me in. Between me and him, Tango should have been the one.” Dante’s face soaked in tears and Doctor Grimm, PhD sat there smirking in the darkly light office.