9/23/09 Part II

A sample chapter of the current story I'm working on. No title as of yet and this chapter is uncomplete, unedited and mostly less than one hour old at this posting. Just a little glimpse of how a story comes out onto the page for the first time.

Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment...

There was a commotion in the house, Nichole awoke from her nap on the couch, disorientated and frightened. Throughout the house rang a rapid succession of hammering, so loud she couldn't figure out in her confused state, the source. Then suddenly as it began the noise ended, Nichole sat in silence until she faintly heard a car door close and a vehicle drive away. She jumped up to look but missed as the unknown car slipped from view. Attempting to return from her slumber, she shuffles to the front door for an inspection, curious to find the source of this disturbance.
In the darkened foyer she opens the door fully and is flooded with brilliant sunlight, it takes a moment before her eyes adjust to find nothing unusual at her front doorstep. An eyebrow raised, Nichole steps onto the welcome mat but finds no indication that anyone had visited her home. The sun warmed her face, she paused to close her eyes and inhale deeply. The infectious warming sensation began spreading like wildfire, Nichole considered going back to see Skip at the restaurant, the strength was inside she knew it. From the depths of her gut, she knew the anxiety could be pushed aside and a new start could be achieved here. Her spirits soared as she looked at the new day in a new light, then as the new light illuminated a notice affixed to the front door. The words Intent To Foreclose set against the bright yellow paper sent a shock directly to her heart, every ounce of warmth spilled out onto the welcome mat and the defeated Nichole stepped into her home and for the very first time considered taking the easy way out and glanced up to where her husband had escaped. The voice was there, in that very foyer, in her mind, speaking directly to the young woman who thought she'd lost it all only to be corrected every single day that there was something else she could lose. Now as she listened to that dark voice, Nichole realized the final loss that could be suffered was the loss of her life. As though guided by her oldest and dearest friend, Nichole headed upstairs, the urge to place her hand on the cold steel beams nearly intolerable. She glides upstairs one step at a time never looking away from the exact spot the exact beam that Adam had chosen. Painful thoughts of their happiest of times ran rampant in her mind, as tears slipped down her cheek. The image of Adam hanging by the neck from this exact beam, conjured itself and presented him as a soul so at peace.
“So peaceful,” she whispered.