Desert Spice By Priscilla
McDaniel
Alexi Vandermeer wanted it to be a dream, but she
knew it was not, as she felt herself being hurled over the cliff and into the
Pacific Ocean. The swirling waters flushed over her and her red Corvette! Gurgling, choking, gasping, she tried to
unfasten her seatbelt and set herself free.
As she twisted and turned and wrestled with her
safety strap, she noticed the man who had forced her off the road with his
silver Ferrari dropping downward into the fathomless deep next to her. After
what seemed an eternity of struggling to eject from her plummeting vessel, the raven
darkness swept over her as she danced with death in her Corvette. But then
suddenly she felt the rush of a petrifying force as she ascended out of her
nightmare and into a dream of her family, her new car, and her birthday.
Floating aimlessly, she felt frothy-white pillows of
billowing clouds enfold her. Then as soon as she began to enjoy the soft cover
of heavenly mist, she tumbled downward into a barren wilderness. She landed
feet first onto a vast sea of sand, which nearly suffocated her with heat so
intense that the sun’s rays, like obtrusive flames, danced off the rolling
dunes.
“I’m completely dry, and I should be soaking wet!”
she screamed into the void.
“Leave it to a woman to think about her clothes at a
time like this.” The man from the silver Ferrari suddenly appeared next to her and
spoke with disdain, though he could not help but admire Alexi’s shapely body in
her short pink skirt and scanty halter top.
Alexi glared at the tall, blond man. “You’re the one
who ran me off the road! You’re entirely at fault,” she shouted angrily, her
tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. “You blockhead, I’m holding you
responsible for getting me back home, but do you even know where we are?”
“Looks to me like we’re in a desert; other than that
I can’t say,” he replied calmly. “And if you’re going to call me names and
order me around, you can help yourself. I’m leaving.” He flipped his hair from
his forehead and walked away, thinking that this girl was entirely too
beautiful for her own good.
Alexi watched his lean body stroll off and panic
swept over her. “No, don’t leave me!” she said, swallowing her pride. “Together
we can survive.”
“That’s
more like it,” the stranger grinned as he turned back, staring into Alexi’s
fiery brown eyes. “Now you’re thinking, Sis.”
“Don’t
call me Sis. My name’s Alexi, that’s Alexi Vandermeer.”
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