Blake-A Montana Dayton Novel Ch. 20:2

Blake Canvass3 smThe closer I moved to the end of the tunnel the colder the air became. Chills wracked my body when I finally stumbled to the entrance, or in my case the exit of the cave, a huge bush blocked my way out. I moved a few branches aside, just far enough to notice the inky sky and whiteout conditions. I squinted in attempt to get a grasp of the location of the cave, but could barely see my hand in front of my face, let alone the rest of the forest. I considered using my cell phone and sighed. I didn’t think I’d pick up a signal in this mess and I didn’t want to run down the battery trying to get one.

Mumbling more than a few expletives I walked back down the tunnel at a fast pace, until I made it back to the smoke filled fire. I nodded my head in exhaustion. I needed to add more fuel to the dying embers. I didn’t want to freeze to death in a cave where no-one would ever find me. I rounded the cave, checking the dark corners, and stumbled upon heavy branches, drug them to the pit, and proceeded to break and stack a few pieces, tee pee style, onto the dying blaze. The dry leaves and wood caught quickly and my eyes followed the flames to where I believed would be a ceiling. I’m pretty sure there was a ceiling somewhere up there, but I couldn’t see it. Feeling toasty again I took a deep breath before wandering through the opening of the second tunnel.

Halfway down the tunnel I stepped on something dry and crunchy; I jumped back, picturing cockroaches crawling over the floor. Did I mention my imagination was working on overtime? A shiver marched up my spine to the top of my head, making my hair stand on end, bile rose into my throat. I despise cockroaches, they gross me out, and even worse was the sound of them being stepped on. Yuk. Another shiver ran up my spine.

I lowered my torch, sweeping it above the floor and close to the walls. Nothing skittered across the rough stone. The floor was different. I swore the floor moved, but didn’t have enough light to identify what crept under my feet. I took a few soft steps, hearing a crunch with each. Freaked out I ran the short distance to the other smaller cave, praying a huge momma cockroach didn’t wait for me inside. Pitch black surrounded me; I crouched down, waving the torch close to the floor.

A crazy women’s laughter bubbled from my throat as I sat down to catch my breath. Leaves were scattered throughout the soft dirt. My mind had been playing tricks on me. My nerves took over, shaking uncontrollably a cackle escaped my mouth. Taking big gulps of air I relaxed a little, telling myself I wasn’t going to cry. I just needed to wait out the storm, and for daylight for my escape. Once I started breathing normally again I rose and began to search the cave.

My stomach rumbled, my lips were parched. I didn’t think I would find any food, but water or a bowl would fill me up for the time being. I followed the same routine I had before, only this time I followed the walls. Halfway through the cave I stumbled upon a big pile of leaves. As I circled around to the front of the pile I realized it was some kind of nest, another small nudge at my memory. I squatted down to look inside, careful not to start the thing on fire.

What I would do for a flashlight right now.

Yuk. Dead bird carcasses.

I moved away from the nest quickly and finished scouting the cave. Besides the burrow of leaves, nothing else stood out.

I returned to the main cave, sat down, and lit a smoke. Something about the nest tickled the back of my brain. I waited for the memory to surface, but it stayed beyond my grasp. Sighing, I forced myself to stand and walk to the cave entrance. I needed water, snow was frozen water. I eyed the trunk of the bush and began to carefully cut a makeshift bowl out of it.

My first attempt rewarded me with a medium size piece of bark. I set the makeshift cup down and sliced out a bigger piece of bark. After scooping fresh snow into both pieces I turned my back on the darkness and blowing snow, trudged to the fire, set the bark down close to the heat, and melted it. I drank the minute amount of water, knew I should collect more, but couldn’t convince my body to move another inch. Yawning, I crawled back to the far end of the wall, shoved the knife into my boot, got into the most comfortable position I could, sitting up, and closed my eyes.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: Goodreads:

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