by Lori R. Lopez
All rights reserved
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any
media without written permission from the author, except
brief excerpts in critical reviews and articles.
This is a work of fiction.
Copyright © 2012 by Lori R. Lopez
Front Cover Illustration by Lori R. Lopez
AN AFFABLE GUY in rectangular shades strode the sidewalk as if he had all the time in the world. Indeed he thought he did, for we seldom if ever glimpse what lies before us. We blunder unwittingly into the thick or thin of it and take our chances.
Resplendently attired with a genuine Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts, designer sandals slapping the pavement, he did not resemble a man accustomed to the demands of deadlines. His attitude was casual, laidback. Until, that is, there ignited in his gut a sensation akin to a petroleum inferno. Heartburn, he assumed. Something he ate or drank was definitely not agreeing with him. But in the past five hours, he had only sipped a glass of . . .
Didn't they warn you about the water in foreign lands?
A hand to his belly, drenched with sweat, Evan Pond staggered off the sidewalk into a bustling avenue. Automobiles dodged and swerved, horns blared. He must have lost his mind was the general consensus. At that moment, however, he couldn't care less how anyone regarded him. The bottom had dropped out. He was reeling with agony, a man on fire from the inside, with a very bad case of internal combustion!