http://www.horizonspast.com Just another WordPress weblog Mon, 06 Aug 2007 05:02:53 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The dim hope of one day rejoining Chris was gone. That thread had, for the months since leaving Corpus Christi and Mustang Island, sustained Trish. Often she had uncontrollable urges to call Jeffrey. To hear something – anything – about Chris would have sent her soaring again, but in the ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/08/05/chapter-38/ District Attorney Sid Blevins often thought back to his days with D. A. Romney Anderson, a person who had seriously misjudged the power of “flowers.” Anderson’s zeal to rid the whole Marin peninsula of hippies and quash Flower Power permanently in a bid for reelection in 1966 was general knowledge. ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/29/chapter-37/      While Jeffrey was working with the crew assigned to rebuild the RV facilities at Mustang Island State Park after the floodwater had receded, his cell phone rang and Caller I.D. showed “Trish Lowe.”      “Hey, Miss Lowe, it’s been a while.” He was excited by her call.      “Jeffrey, thank God, you’re ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/23/chapter-36/ The VW bus drifted slowly down – down – settling toward the bottom. A face approached dimly into view through the rear window. Hair hovered and floated about her head. Her eyes showed no panic, only stared questioningly at him. She mouthed a soundless word. The lips moved in exaggerated ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/16/chapter-35/ Conditions worsened by the minute as Jeffrey drove the streets, and radio chatter told of winds gusting to eighty knots. Alvin was coming of age on Mustang Island. Rain came in torrents dancing across streets horizontally like windblown holograms. The sky continued darkening until streetlights popped on, adding ghostlike features ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/13/chapter-34/ Lottie sat in her San Antonio Spurs basketball jersey nightgown, watching The Weather Channel with increasing dread. John Kope had narrowed the projected area of landfall of Alvin to somewhere between Port O’Connor and Port Mansfield. Port Aransas stood dead center.      Kope pointed to the satellite map. “Alvin’s moved less ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/13/chapter-33/ May in Port Aransas was the usual three weeks of incessant wind that kept any sane fisherman in port. The southeasterly wind had blown all the clouds somewhere north of Kansas, and the blue sky was so intense, it made eyes water. The palm fronds on The Backyard palapa bar ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/07/03/chapter-32/ Leah had made flawless arrangements for the trip to Moscow, but the first steps out of the terminal into Russian winter were a harbinger of things to come. People wore their breath frozen into their mustaches and scarves. A howling snowstorm blotted out the sun, leaving only a dim glow ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/06/27/chapter-31/ Chris stopped at the Circle K and inflated the tires on the bike, and then he went inside to buy a cup of coffee. The counterman recognized him from the previous morning. “You find Lottie’s place?”      “Yeah, I found it, thanks.”      “That Lottie’s quite a lady, right?”      Chris thought for a moment. ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/06/19/chapter-30/ One by one, as the movie production trucks were loaded, they rumbled off toward Fish Pass Road. The bulldozer had to tow two of the larger trucks stuck in the sand. The portable kitchen left almost immediately after serving lunch. The dressing trailers left with the limos. As each truck ... http://www.horizonspast.com/2007/06/13/chapter-29/