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A progressive Christmas Story? Well, six authors decided to write one story. No plot, no character profiles, no plan. Just creative license to write. The first author began the story and handed it off to the next, and so on...Read our impromptu Christmas Story. We hope you enjoy it!
Here’s how the blog hop works:
A. Go to each blog in the order that is listed below.
B. Read the first section of the story. Then follow the link to the next section of the story.
C. At each blog, comment to get entered in both the Grand Prize drawing ($100 Amazon Gift Card) and to be entered in each author’s individual drawing. Your comments can be about the story. Or you can tell us your favorite Christmas songs or movies or books. You can also tweet and like us on Facebook to be entered multiple times.
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Blogs to visit for the Progressive Christmas Story should be visited in the order listed below:
4. Anita Green
5. Marian Merritt
To read part 4, visit
Anita Green
A Christmas to Remember - Part 5
Meredith gasped as darkness
enveloped her and musty air filled her senses. She tried to remember what she'd
seen on the shelves of the small pantry: canned goods, a bag of potatoes, and
other objects that wouldn't help if she needed to defend herself.
The black space closed in on her.
Squeezed her. Where the darkness had soothed her headache last night,
this morning it terrified her as the shelves, close on each side,
brushed her shoulders. She attempted a deep breath and found she couldn't get
enough air for her lungs.
One…two…three…breathe.
She
wiped her palms on the seat of her pants and pressed her ear against the door.
Nothing.
She paced back
and forth the two steps the small room afforded her. Her rapid shallow
breaths were useless attempts to fulfill her need. If only there was some light
in this darkness. Just a little. Finally, she slid to the floor with her back
against the door.
Please Lord watch over Garth. And please, please
Lord, don't let me be stuck in here much longer. I don't know how much of this
I can take.
A rough gravely voice burst through
the silence. "Garth. Are you in there?" The voice filtered into the
room from a distance. Maybe just outside the kitchen window. She couldn't be
sure.
Silence
answered the unknown man's question. Where was Garth?
"Garth, you coward. Show your
ugly face." His sinister laughter echoed throughout the peaceful morning.
The same place where only last night she'd brought innocent
children—children who could have been injured while singing Christmas
carols.
Meredith's
chest heaved up and down, up and down.
Need air.
As she assessed her situation,
her panic rose.
She attempted another deep
breath and when the relief she anticipated—needed—didn't come, her heart thundered
in her chest.
Lord, please. Yea though I walk through the valley…C'mon
remember, remember. I will fear no evil…She visualized the psalm on the
page of her Bible and, as she recited the words, the vise squeezing her chest
eased.
The image of the children's smiles
from last night came to mind. They'd loved singing the familiar Christmas
carols and seeing the joy on the faces of the people who'd opened their doors
to them.
Except, of course, when Garth had
opened his door. Now she knew why he'd had the gun. He'd gotten involved with
something evil, and she had landed smack dab in the middle of it.
The image of the children's
frightened and distraught faces replaced the happy joyous one. Thank God, that
man, whoever he was, had not been here last night.
Her pulse pounded in her neck and
head again. She stood and paced the two steps within the confined space. As she
turned back toward the door, a popping sound cracked through the air. She
jumped. Garth? A shiver snaked along her back causing the skin there to tingle.
Would his mission of revenge get him killed? And her, too? Oh, Lord,
soften his heart.
"Merrie, you okay?"
Garth's whispered words bathed her heart with relief. Thank you, Lord.
He still lived.
She leaned into the door and
pressed her lips near the corner. "Garth, what's happening?"
"Stay put. Do not make a
sound. Understand?" His commands were rushed and urgent.
She growled under her breath.
"Yes."
"Merrie. It's not what you
think. I'll explain later." Even rushed, tenderness seeped through his
words and spread into the place of her heart that she'd thought she'd
barricaded tight against Garth Decker. Had he really thought she would turn
away from him because of his injuries? Did he not know how much she had loved
him?
"Okay. And Garth, I don't care
about the scars." The words drifted from her lips in such a soft whisper
that she wondered if he'd heard her. A slight shuffle of nylon against nylon
answered.
"Garth Decker, come out here,
it's time to end this here and now. Just you and me." The graveled speech
sent chills through her as she tried to imagine the face that belonged to the
unnerving voice.
The unmistakable kluck-klack of
metal on metal—a slide chambering a round—sounded from the other side of the
door.
Then silence.
Moments later the slow creak
of unoiled hinges betrayed the opening of the back door.
End of Part 5
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