Excerpt: Full Snow Moon
When Alex regained consciousness, pinned between the driver’s seat and the dashboard now compressed within two inches of his chest, he had no way of knowing how long he had been stuck in the motionless Jeep. He tried to rub his aching head, but any attempt at movement shot a bolt of pain through every inch of his body.
Where’s my cell phone?
He pictured it lying useless, somewhere in the back of the jeep. Then, as if on cue, it began to ring and ring and ring, haunting and taunting him with a steady chorus of Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.
Alex felt victimized. He wouldn’t have ended up in this situation if his parents hadn’t grounded him, or if Denis hadn’t argued with him – or if that fool hadn’t run right in front of his car!
But, no matter whose fault it was, Alex knew that he couldn’t talk his way out of this one. The Jeep had been an early high school graduation gift from his parents, given with reluctance, accompanied by a list of rules and driving restrictions that he had spent the past hour disregarding. In that short time, the Jeep had gone from sporting a slight ding to being totally destroyed. Nothing in Denis’s toolbox was going to be able to fix this mess.
“Help!” Alex called, but it came out sounding weak. Maybe someone up on the road would hear him, if he could just shout louder. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “I’m down here!”
Fear began to color his anger. What if he couldn’t make anybody hear him?
Then he heard a noise, just inches from his face.
For a scary moment, Alex couldn’t place the sound. Then, like the whack of a snow shovel across his head, it hit him: someone was clearing his windshield!
“Hello?” he called with renewed energy.
Through a snowy film, Alex made out the silhouette of a young man wearing a weird-looking hat. It looked out of place. Alex remembered seeing hats like that in old Charlie Chaplin movies, or maybe in a museum. Whoever was out there held a peculiar lantern that looked like the oil-burning one his great-grandfather had owned. It cast an unearthly light on the interior of the car.
“Nice hat, dude,” Alex mumbled, then regretted it, since it wasn’t a good idea to insult his potential rescuer.
But the person outside didn’t seem to have heard. He just stood like a statue, holding the lantern close to the cleared windshield.