Rating: 4.5 Cherries
Review by: Freesia
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She almost missed it--the broken crust of slope. It was an ugly, light-colored scar
in the rich dark brown of the forest floor. Erosion. She didn't know what
prompted her to peer over the edge…
No! She knew. Gooseflesh rode her arms and her gut tightened as she spotted his hand, jutting up from the pile of slippage. My God!
She couldn't think. No. No. No. No. His
fingers curled and her eyes widened. The next second, she was over the lip and
crashing down the slope.
It was five years before, and she was clawing at the debris. Only this time, he
wasn't beyond her reach, down an impenetrable chute. This time, she was going
to find him. She tore at needles, branches, ripped away sludge and limbs, rocks
and humus. She was going for his head, his face.
Air. Give him air.
Suddenly, she could see it, a lighter patch in the mammoth mountain of debris. She flung
off chunks, slid, scrambled, clawed the stuff away. She exposed his forehead,
his eyes, his nose, his mouth, thickly coated with dirt, pine needles, clay. She
kissed him, tasting the grit in her teeth--his cheeks, his brow, his lips…
Nothing. No response. Desperately, she went for his lips once more, tilting back his head and blasting air into his mouth…
He spluttered, eyes opening a crack, free hand warding her off. "Holding my breath!" he choked out.
She sat back on her haunches and grinned like a loony, unable to stop herself. She
just couldn't help it. She was back five years, only this time, she'd saved him. "If you wouldn't put
yourself in these positions," she began, but the smile was in her voice,
"then we wouldn't have these little problems."
"Wait…" There was a low rumble and their slope shivered.
The inevitability of it made her angry in a way she'd never experienced. Karma was
back to kick butt…and I'm not gonna let
it! "Not this time!" she shouted. In a flash, she yanked her
jacket up and over her head, and tossed herself atop him, making sure the jacket
tented him, too. She clung to him as though she'd never let go.
Never again. Then there was only impact and weight and pounding hearts and sliding and the roar of the hillside slipping away.
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