Don’’t Let Her Wake Up Alone

In the back of her mind Kayleah Richard knew she was putting her life on the line by returning to Pleasant Green on the Indian Reservation, but the horrifying dream that had awaken her around 2 am involved her blood sister - Lainie Deluca. The way her face was twisted in pain and her eyes filled with terror, left the scene unshakable from Kayleah soul. The scream that shattered the silence my have been hers, but in her heart, there was no denying what she had to do. Everything that occurred over the following week had already been set in motion before her return, but it was her own violent attack five years earlier, that had laid the groundwork for the web that has entangled the sleepy little village.

Living within the great valley beneath the towering Wasatch Mountains has allotted me the privilege of two worlds. Within minutes of town, I am deeply enclosed in their shadow, and find places where time does not exist. I have held a management position in the hospitality industry for the last eleven years and to some degree, attribute my writing ability to convey a thought, my edge. Through it, I am empowered to communication with people far beyond my touch. The hospitality field, has blessed me with an endless array of characters and believe me, if given the opportunity everyone has a story to tell rich in details, covering everything from family life to foreign travel. Thinking back I recall how letters excited me, because I knew they would connect together to create words and words made books, like the ones may parents and grandparents read to me. Besides I’m terrible at drawing. Personally I find writing to be my refuge from everyday life. Sometimes I merely take a character and build them a world ... its like playing God, but more often characters have a drive of their own, and its a matter of tuning in to hear what they have to say. When this occurs, I found writing more like reading because I can’t wait to get to the computer to find out what comes next.