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Where I set the scene in a work in progress.
This is a portion of a work in progress – a science-fiction/thriller/mystery/Quantum-Leap ripoff
It was his favorite time of day – when you don’t know if it’s afternoon, evening, or night, when David stepped out of the car and toward the house, somehow knowing that he was going the right way. Curiously, he looked back as to what he was driving: a lemon yellow Pinto. Most striking about the hoopty was that it was immaculate – it could have been driven straight off the factory, if they were putting black driver’s side doors on the cars that day.
Walking toward the house, moving from clamshell parking lot to sandy expanse, his feet sank with every step as an ocean breeze fought his progress. And, like a child playing airplane, he put his arms out to greet it.
The house lay ahead, an “A Frame” on stilts. There wasn’t a light on.
The wind blew harder, the sea unmistakable in his nose. An errant grain of sand struck him in the eye, forcing him to turn his back. In that moment, the sky grew dark, unusually quickly. Dark clouds gathered out at sea. In the distance, a lightning bolt struck the water, illuminating his surroundings.
The drizzle started. He didn’t have much time. He ran.