Since last November, my writing partners and I have started
writing together at Great Harvest. It’s a great environment, with fantastic
music, and there’s a never-ending supply of yummy food. We get to write and
chat, and we actually get productive, since our subconscious has adapted to
writing there.
But two weeks ago, I got very little writing done. That’s
because something even more exciting happened.
While I was writing, all of a sudden, I heard sirens. Actually,
we all heard sirens. One woman ran to the windows of the storefront, and
started screaming, “There’s rangers out there! They’ve got their rifles on the
truck!” Many of the other customers ran to the storefront, but I stayed where I
was. Call me a little crazy, but when I hear rifles, my first instinct isn’t to
run into the line of sight. Fortunately, the slightly hysterical woman kept the
commentary going.
Finally, I called my husband to let him know what was
happening. His first question?
Did you get pictures?
I told him I hadn’t, and he told me that unless I had
pictures, no one would believe me. So finally, I dared to go to the window and
at that point, the ambulances had already arrived, and my view was mostly
blocked. But I still took pictures.
Later, when I watched and read the news, there was a high
speed car chase from the county north of us, and they ended up on our Main
Street before the truck crashed by running into another car. They were
suspected robbers from an armed bank robbery the week earlier. I was close
enough that the Great Harvest I was in was within the blockade area for a few
hours.
I didn’t get a lot of writing done, but I got a great story
to tell! And I got a few pictures!
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