Open Seas: Just Add Water by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Lgbt, lesbian, romance, Fantasy, paranormal, General, Action & Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Fairy Tales; Folk Tales; Legends & Mythology, Urban
ISBN: 9780999374009
Google: uME2DwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B07568T3CS
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2017-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8 – Revelations

We headed out to see mom watching a news report, she made a beckoning and ushering motion, and we slid back onto the couch. I noted Selina's leg was pressed against mine again and I knew it couldn't be an accident. I flushed. Was she...? Umm.

My attention was pulled to the scene unfolding on the television.

There was a reporter on the screen in the storm raging outside, the Oregon side of the Astoria-Megler Bridge was barely visible through the driving rain in the background.

[This is Andrea May, with KGXZ News. I'm on the scene at the Astoria-Megler, where a woman is apparently stranded. The storm has intensified, localized over the river, and the bridge is under stress according to officials, and it has been shut down to traffic. The wind speeds are reaching upward near one hundred miles per hour and rescue vehicles cannot get to her.]

The woman who was holding onto a street lamp to stop herself from falling over in the wind. She held the hood of her raincoat firmly to her head with her free hand as she turned toward the bridge, outlined in the lights of the raised truss section.

It was a bit fuzzy in the dark with the rain obscuring any fine detail, but we could just make out a woman with long flowing dark hair, just standing by the rail, where the truss portion of the bridge mated with the long beam portion of the bridge that stretched across the mighty Columbia.

Her arms were wide, and she seemed oddly untouched by the winds which were ripping off the windsocks and sliding an abandoned car near her into the opposite railing. When the scene was illuminated by a nearby lightning strike, we could see her face for the barest moment, she didn't look distressed, she looked to be searching for something.

I flashed back to the impression I got of a woman standing on the Icarus platform in between lightning flashes. She had had flowing hair like that, but I had dismissed it as my imagination since she too seemed unaffected by the storm, and she was gone in the next flash of lightning.

I leaned closer to the screen. Mom looked agitated and kept looking at me and the news report. Andrea spoke as the camera panned to the approach of the bridge at Uniontown where Astoria emergency response vehicles were bunched up, the large trucks rocking violently in the storm.

[Astoria Emergency Response is attempting to reach the woman now. They are sending men out onto the bridge in an attempt to pull her to safety.]

We saw two men with safety harnesses clipping into the railing. They started to slowly make their way along the railing, hand over hand. One of their helmets blew off in the wind as they crawled along at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, clipping their safety lines around from one section of railing to the next.

I said almost under my breath to the two women with me, who were transfixed on the screen, “I don’t think she's in danger.

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