The night was beautiful, a full moon lit up the sky and starts sprinkled the night.
A night out of fairytales it seemed, but it was going to turn out to be anything but a night from the fairytales.
I never saw that car going the wrong way, not in time, all I saw were lights blinding me, and then suddenly my world went black.
I crashed into a tree.
I remembered my Grandmother had once told me there were moments that life could be both beautiful and tragic wrapped up in one package.
I was now going to discover what that meant.
The manuscript lay on the passenger seat, as I lay bleeding, drifting in and out of consciousness, not knowing what happened really, Not feeling anything.
I had no idea how long it took for the paramedics to get there, for the fire department and the police department.
I had no idea if the other driver was okay or not.
I just knew that I needed to get to the hospital.
Something was wrong very wrong.
I was supposed to have gone out to the local coffee house with friends to celebrate making my deadline, my latest book, my second book, but the first had done so well my editor was anxious to get my second.
“Your going to go places Cheyene, mark my words.”
Now I was sitting in a crashed car, not knowing if I was going to make it out alive.
Everything was just numb, I was drifting in and out.
Finally unconsciousness won out.