Fire in the Mountain (3)

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Set against the backdrop of an erupting volcano  in New Zealand’s North Island, Lana wrestles with her recent grief, for survival on the mountain and her future with a man whose past she was once a part of.  Woven through her narrative is Alfred’s story and the theft of war medals, and which Lana finds herself enmeshed in, further threatening her life.  Follow Lana as she tries to extricate herself from not only the mountain but her past.

Welcome to the third snippet of Fire in the Mountain

She took a sip of the red wine, savouring its warmth before letting it slide down her throat to sit at the top of her belly.  Then into her peripheral vision a male figure paused behind the empty seat next to her and softly laid a hand on the back of her chair.  He bent his head and addressed her in a warm clear tone.

‘Hello Lana,’ said Paul.  ‘May I sit with you for a bit?’

Lana sputtered.  It was the voice she’d had such trouble with earlier in the day.  She clumsily set her glass down on the white tablecloth, barely registering that a drop or two sloshed over the side.  She stood quickly to greet him but was at a loss what to do next.  Kiss him on the cheek?  Hug him?  She shot out her hand.  He shook it firmly and held it for just a bit longer than was acceptable.

‘Well, Mr Harrington certainly remembers you,’ exclaimed Emma.  Lana wasn’t sure if it was a sneer or pleasure written on her face.  ‘Why don’t you introduce us?’

‘Hello Paul.’  She smiled at him.  ‘I really wasn’t sure if it was you.’

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About lilyennis

Author, artist, martial artist, flautist, and cat fanatic. I live in Thames, NZ with four beautiful orange tabbies, a seal Siamese, a cockatoo and a husband. When I'm not agonising over my writing I'm Scottish Country Dancing or visiting art galleries and art trails with friends. I have been vegan since December 2013 and am loving it!

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  1. It took a while to get here but I did eventually and I enjoyed looking at a sample of your work. Many thanks.

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