Here is another fun excerpt for Teaser Tuesday. This one is from Storm Crazy which is on sale for .99 Cents.
“Oomph,” I sat back. Mr. Jackson wasn’t
going to make it. Unless… Maybe there was something I could do, but then
I’d never actually attempted it. Usually it just happened when things got out
of control. Well—not things—me.
Part of the problem was I’d be in clear
sight of anyone looking this way from their front yard or driving down the
street, but if I didn’t try something before the EMTs arrived, he was going to
die. I looked around. It had to be now. I wondered if my little zapper would
have enough zip.
Mr. Jackson’s tirade had miraculously
not drawn any attention. The street was deserted. A squirrel bounded onto the
road nearby, swished his tail madly and took off toward a large oak. At least
he couldn’t tell.
Extending my hand out in front of me, Palm up,
I concentrated, willing the power inside me to obey. Nothing. I squeezed my
eyes shut, grit my teeth, and whispered hopefully, “Come to me.”
Blast! I sounded
like a bad vamp movie. Separating my index finger, the one with the tiny
tattoo-like image on the tip, away from my other fingers, I turned it up toward
the darkening sky. The cells in my body began to vibrate. Like an energy solar
panel, menori tapped the unstable air and focused it like a laser
through the tattoo, accumulating until my head felt like it would explode.
The rumble beneath my feet was the only
notice I had of the electric strike that rode straight up my legs, curling in
my midsection and crawling swiftly along my right arm to produce my own
version… of a Fourth of July sparkler, emanating out of that fingertip. Then
the sparks changed. Brilliant bolts of crackling white light spit and sizzled
in my palm, sending jagged streamers of hot blue fire ten feet into the air. I
just gawked.
A car entering a nearby street freed me
from the mesmerizing light display. This was different from any of the charging
I’d previously experienced. Bigger. Usually it just sort of replenished on its
own. Panicked, I looked over my shoulder, and exhaled. So far so good.
Now what? I needed to command the fire
in my hand to... what? Before I could say, “Be gone,” or “Go thither,” the
light subsided to a small crackly glow. That was it then.
Instinct took over. I knelt beside Mr.
Jackson, placing my glowing index finger against his chest. With a single szzwaattt,
I zapped him, right in the heart. His chest arched up only the barest of
seconds as it met my magical defibrillator, then his body relaxed.
Momentarily deafened and somewhat
addled as my faculties came back online, I groped for the pulse in his neck.
For a second I thought I’d failed. But then, his tired, smoke glutted organ
started beating.
Thank the gods.
Only the slight whiff of burnt flesh
remained on the wind. Drained of energy, I swiped the back of my hand across my
forehead. And saw the mark.
“Zeus’ rechargeable bolts! That
better be temporary.”
Centered on the spot where I’d zapped
him, a pale image was forming. It looked like a pale, mini version of… well…
me.
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involving weather, it’s only natural that storms would be at the center of many
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Thanks for having me, Christina. And to be here on the same day as Barbara... how cool. It also gave me a chance to look at your new family tree. ;)
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