Yay! Obama is going to the White House!!!! *does a happy dance on the coffee table*In celebration of this monumental event I have decided to post an excerpt of my story for NaNoWriMo below....remember it's still a work in progress as I'm not editing this as I go...that will porbably be done after November!
The Vardo Road
by Caroline Rousseau
"Better get moving, I'm not getting any closer to bed by sitting here,"she muttered to herself. Pushing herself upright she took inventory of the cab. She put on her rain slicker, took the walkie talkie and tucked that into an inside pocket and added the truck keys to it. Her cell phone and wallet were in her fleece vest pockets and so safe under the coat, "Here goes nothing," she sighed and opened the door to the rain. She locked the door before jumping down into the mud, thankful that she had worn her rubber muck boots. She ran down the length of the truck and reached for the small door on the trailer that faced the truck's bumper and tried to wrench the thing open. It didn't budge.
"Damn!" She was tired and already soaked though below her rain slicker. She hunkered down, trying to avoid kneeling in the mud, to get a better angle on the door. This time it came open. Thankful, Aya grabbed the loops of hose and cable and slinging them onto her right arm, she found the ends with her left and began walking to the outlet box. She let loops fall to the ground every few paces or so, not being very tidy with the lay of the cables until she reached the box. She hurriedly plugged the electric cable into the hooded box and screwed the hose on faucet and turning the water on. At least she could have a quick hot shower before bed, she thought. Making sure everything was right and tight she then ran around the truck to the trailer door on the passenger side. Light was shining though the window so she know that Tony was awake and he knew that they had arrived. She opened the door and took the high step into the trailer and closed the door quickly.
"Good God! What did you do? Roll around in the mud, Aya?" Tony asked her incredulously from around the refrigerator door, cloudy gray eyes wide in surprise.
"Well I had to plug us in," she began to argue as she looked down at herself. She was covered in mud. Her boots, jeans, and slicker were coated in mud. She swore, "Oh well, they have to be cleaned anyways,"she sighed resignedly as she pulled off her rain slicker and placing it carefully on the floor.
"If they hadn't before they certainly do now, girly," Tony quipped as he pulled out milk and the cocoa powder from the narrow pantry between the refridgrator and the wall of the tack room as Aya leaned against the wall to pull off her boots being careful to keep her mess contained to the rubber mat in front of the door.
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