Blurb: DARK VISIONS-word count 5,170
When Carrie Reynold’s starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday, she believes her “dark visions” can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.
Excerpt: Dark Visions
Waking from a nightmare was not the ideal beginning for twenty-six-year-
old Carrie Reynolds’ birthday. At least, it was not what she had hoped for.
“What the hell was that all about?” she asked herself as she climbed out of her
She ambled to her vanity and examined her peaches-and-cream
complexion in the tall mirror. “I look like a raccoon or hung-over from a
drunken binge,” she whispered, concerned about the dark rings around her
blood shot eyes.
She quit primping to enter her adjoining bathroom and begin her morning
ablutions, ending with a long, invigorating shower. Twenty minutes later, she
was drying off when the telephone rang.
“Hello,” she answered cautiously, her voice barely rejuvenated by the hot
“Happy birthday, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Mom. How are you?”
“I’m great, but you sound tired.”
“I just had the strangest dream. More like a full-blown nightmare.”
“Oh, really! That is strange. What was it about?”
“It was about people yelling at each other, I think…and a loud noise—I
think it was some kind of an explosion—then I woke up.”
“Did you get drunk last night?” her mother asked with a chuckle.
“Mom! You know I don’t drink liquor.”
“But you had Italian food and wine for dinner. Spicy food and alcohol…”
“No, Mom, that wasn’t it. It was nothing, I guess…but it seemed so real.”
Carrie shook off the bizarre incident to ask, “So…who’ll be coming to my
surprise party tonight?”
“What party! You think just because I love you—”
“I’ll be there…when? Sixish?”
“Perfect! See you then.”
After hanging up, Carrie talked to the air. “Mom, I love you, but you’re a
Before leaving for the mall, she briefly put her Corgi, Mitzi, into the
enclosed backyard, then fed her and locked her in her kitchen kennel. Mitzi was
accustomed to being alone during the day while Carrie was at school, working
or shopping, so it was no hardship. All that alone time meant she would be
mighty eager to see Carrie on her return. Carrie liked to be enwrapped by her
warm, undemanding love on coming home.
Carrie quickly changed into her “shopping mall” outfit and bolted out the
door, heading for the shopping center. While she allowed her car to defrost, she
was shocked to be confronted by an unwelcome guest.
“Stick em up!”
She swung around to find a tall, hooded man aiming a .44 Magnum at her
face. “Give me your wallet,” he demanded. His deep voice approached a growl.
Willingly, she handed over her property. She included everything, even
her gold and diamond watch, an early birthday gift from her maternal uncle,
Doug Reynolds, police supervisor/trainer.
“Is that everything?” her assailant yelled, cocking his weapon.
“Yes! I swear that’s all I have,” she whispered, while scanning the area for
anyone who could help her.
The robber also saw her searching for a rescuer. “There’s no one here to
help you, pretty lady. It’s eight A.M. Most people are still in bed or gone to
work.” He then gave the slim, dark-eyed girl a more careful once over and with
a sick sneer added, “And I bet you’re a real devil under the sheets, uh?”
She immediately knew what he wanted and grew more horrified at her
impending fate. “Oh, please, mister…just take my money and jewelry…and
leave. I won’t tell anyone.”
“I know ya won’t,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back toward
“No!” she yelled and resorted to her as-yet-untried self-defense training.
Abruptly applying a palm jab to his nose, she made him drop his weapon, but a
kick on his shin only angered him.
“You’re gonna regret that, bitch!” he said again in a near-growl. He then
grabbed her around the throat and pinned her against her vehicle. Just before
she passed out, her savior arrived in the form of Uncle Doug and his new
trainee, twenty-eight-year-old Officer Mark Ety.
“Stop! Police!” yelled Mark, pulling the creep off his partner’s niece, then
slapping cuffs on the guy who now lay face down in the snow.
Doug immediately checked with Carrie. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Thank God you were in the neighborhood.”
“God had nothing to do with it,” Doug said, nodding toward his handsome
partner now placing the prisoner in the cruiser’s backseat. “My new sidekick
trainee saw what was going on from the top of the hill. He has the eyes of a
Mark then retrieved Carrie’s belongings from the ground and helped her to
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