Ripples of Fate
Bree is plagued with morbid visions she can do nothing about. Will she find a way to change the inevitable - or will fate have the last laugh?
Excerpt:
Wind whipped my hair and spritzed me with sea spray as I stood on a stretch of beach strewn with boulders. Offshore, waves spouted like geysers against a breakwater. Scanning the sunbathers and swimmers dotting the landscape, my eye was drawn to a boy of about ten hanging on a raft. His vigorous kicks churned the water behind him, propelling him farther from the shore.
“Andy! Not too far out, now!” a woman yelled from the water’s edge. “Andy!” she bellowed when he ignored her.
“Aw, Mom!”
He was wobbling to and fro, slowly changing course, when the raft flipped over in a whirlpool of bubbles.
“ANDY!!!”
The woman ran into the water, faltering at the sight of a large dorsal fin slicing the surface. Face pale with terror, she dove in.
A shrill volley of whistles came from the lifeguard stand. People on shore waved and pointed, yelling at those in the water to get out.
And the woman kept swimming toward the red tinged froth where she last saw her son.
For the first time in years, I was unable to keep watching. I turned and stumbled away - my hard won detachment cleaved by a ruthless slash of appalled devastation. Feet tangling in the scrub of the dunes, I fell to my knees and dug my hands into the hot sand. A moan of despair swelled in my core, lifting my face to the sky as it burst out in a wail.
Author’s Note:
I spent a greater portion of my youth wishing I knew what the future held. As I got older, I realized it wouldn’t necessarily be the gift I wished it to be. What if I ‘saw’ something awful and there was no way to change it? These dark thoughts are what inspired Ripples of Fate.
Also found in Mistaken Impressions: Tales of Misconception.
