In the middle of nowhere…
I know you’ve been there.
The car is hot because the air conditioning doesn’t work. The seat sticks to your legs as you shift and makes your shirt itch on your back. You’ve got that annoying weight down below and it’s many more miles before there’s a rest stop. Cell phone reception vanished several hours ago, never to be found. Nobody is talking because the wide open spaces to either side of the desolate highway you’re driving down seem to press down on any words.
Welcome to The Middle of Nowhere.
I first had the idea to write a story set in the desolate, open country when I was returning from an Easter dinner along a little-known back road. The wide fields of wheat and barley stretched, rolling carpets of multi-colored green, to either side as far as the eye could see. As dusk set around my car, I realized that if anything were to happen to you out in the great yonder, you might never be found.
Thus, the seeds for my upcoming supernatural suspense story, “In the Middle of Nowhere,” were born.
In “Nowhere,” Frank Middlewait — an obnoxious CEO — has an accident off one of these unknown back roads. His car is totaled, he’s injured, and with no cell reception, there’s nothing between him and the wild things that make their homes in places where no man dwells.
Lucky for you, so long as you have gas in your car and no mechanical gremlins plague you, you’ll reach the next town with no problem.
You’ll have to read to find out if Frank has any luck left — or if it’s all run out.
Heather S. Ingemar has loved to play with words since she was little, and it wasn’t long until she started writing her own stories. Termed “a little odd” by her peers, she took great delight in exploring tales with a gothic flair, and to this day, Edgar Allan Poe continues to be her literary hero. To learn more, please visit: http://ingemarwrites.wordpress.com/ or follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/heatheringemar