Excerpt Thursday - First look at Dream Visions

I've been working on the final proof of the second book
in the Hidden Senses Trilogy - Dream Visions.
So here's the first look at it.

Dream Visions

 Sitting on the tiny bed, hugging his knees as tightly as

he could against his chest, his eyes darted around the

room. It was so dark and so quiet here--he just wanted to

go home and see his mom. Someone would come; someone

always did in the movies...

A creaking noise made him gasp; he quickly looked

towards the door. Pushing himself back further into the

musty corner, he watched and listened.

When it creaked again, he grabbed the thin blanket

and dropped to lie down on the bed, squeezing his still

damp eyes closed tightly.

Felicity blinked a few times and then looked down.

She was standing at her kitchen counter, hands grasping

the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sighing, she

pushed the straying blonde hairs away from her face; her

hand were vibrating.

Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. “I wish

you would show me where, sweetheart.” Whispering it out

loud made her feel better, even knowing he would never hear her.

Rinsing her hands under the cool water, she patted

some against her sweaty brow. Drying them quickly, she

looked around for a moment, trying to recall what she had

been doing before the vision blocked out the rest of the

world.

The kettle began to whistle, startling her. Unplugging

it, she shook her head. It could have been worse, you might

have been cutting vegetables or something else that could

result in coming out of it injured.

If there was one thing she was thankful for it was that

when it happened her body froze--and that usually

prevented her too many serious injuries. Of course, it made

life more complicated when it came to things like being in

public or driving, both of which she tried to avoid.

Taking her cup of tea, she went over to the desk and

pulled a tattered notebook from the drawer. Wanting to

record every detail before she forgot any of it, she began

jotting it down. Taking her time, she wrote carefully,

making sure she described every little thing--even going as

far as the crunching sound the old rusty cot frame made as

the little boy moved.

  Jacqueline Paige

http://jacqpaige.webs.com/