This Saturday I'm participating in Sweet Saturday Sample. My post is the introduction to the heroine, Natalie, in my WIP. The working title is The Heart Doctor, because the hero is a cardiologist. That will probably change.
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I won’t die here today. Natalie Layton whispered those words to herself, thinking that maybe if she said them enough, they would come true. She managed to crawl out of the overturned Land Rover, which contained the bodies of a French diplomat and a British colonel. Bullets splintered off the metal and the scent of the melted tires almost overwhelmed her.
“Incoming,” a solider yelled.
After that explosion, Natalie could no longer hear the melee surrounding her on the dirt road to
She fumbled with her camera case. Her camera was her livelihood. One picture is worth a million words. She had that motto framed and hanging in her office at MacKinley Media in
. Sitting on the ground, she felt strangely numb. She could see her photographs. Those she had taken of the destitute and dying all over the world. Disasters, both natural and man-made. London Serbia, Iraq, Indonesia, , Mumbai. She had photographed what most people were lucky enough to never see. Dafur, Sudan
She lifted the camera from the case. Her hands trembled. This was supposed to be her last assignment in dangerous territory. She had not wanted it but Ian MacKinley had asked her because she was his best. This was to be a short trip where she would be in the company of diplomats and dignitaries.
The earth rocked with more explosions. Crawling, she made her way to the rear of the Land Rover and looked through the clouds of smoke and dust. Trapped beneath the wreckage from an armored vehicle, a young soldier screamed for help. Three of his comrades braved flying bullets to rescue him. Valor. Yes, that would be the name of the photograph that chronciled their unselfish efforts. She pushed to her feet and started taking pictures. The shutter release snapped as sudden pain seared through her left shoulder. Blood soaked her khaki shirt and she dropped to her knees.
I won't die here today. Her scattered thoughts were old memories of home. Or what was once home.
. Sunrooms and weeping willows. Azaleas in the spring and pumpkins in the fall. Home to the Lafayette Springs, Mississippi family, small-town aristocrats. She was the black sheep of the family. The one who had left over ten years and never returned. Layton