# 2: Anette

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Anette had awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of snapping wood and of her Mamma screaming. The scream turned into a liquid, bubbly, gargled sound, as if momma was trying to scream from underwater.

It was very dim. Anette could barely see.

Her Poppa roared. Anette remembered hearing his howling enraged furious scream when he rampaged down the hallway to her room. It was dark and he didn’t even bother to open the door. It didn’t matter.

Poppa was a bull of a man and he slammed right through her flimsy bedroom door. He didn’t even slow. He crossed her suddenly tilting bedroom floor in an instant and snatched her out of bed by one ankle. He threw her across the room at the faintly, faintly illuminated window. Annette instinctively curled up tight into a ball before she smashed through the window. It exploded outward and she flew far out from the collapsing house and cannonballed into dark swirling water. She surfaced immediately and instinctively began to fight the current. It only seemed like forever before she was pulled from the angry torrent by a Sheriff’s deputy.

The local Search and Rescue boats were fighting their way through the raging current rescuing as many people as they could. This particular boat was so full of people that men were in the water beside it hanging from the sides so that the women and children would have a place onboard. It was horribly overloaded yet they kept loading more. People in the water had one shot at rescue and that boat was likely it. If they missed the boat they died.

Her house had been hammered to destruction by flotsam from the flash flooded, raging river. The junk had pounded her house into wreckage. It’s splintered remnant collapsed with a splashing crash behind her in the darkness. Shattered timbers, soggy sheetrock, broken glass and everything that had been her house vanished into the raging torrent. It had been her home since birth. Minutes before it had been standing and now it was just, gone.

Anette never saw her mother and father again..

She cried until she was too hoarse to speak. No one could tell that she was crying because of the rain. Anette wasn’t the only one that was crying.

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The Next Episode is
# 3: FEMA Camp…
The Previous Episode was
# 1 : Prologue…
Book One: SoulStone
#1 : Prologue
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