Der Fluch von St. Mary
Excerpt
She was speechless as the next snowy squall started toward them. It sped down the mountainside. Soon it looked like a ball turning over on itself, growing larger and larger. The thing started to rumble and shake the earth. Why, it looked like an avalanche headed toward them at record speed! Nor could Letitcia even open her mouth to scream.
Riding atop the highest part of the avalanche where it was kicking up snow into the air like a bucking bronco, road the girl. Letitcia could make out her satin and silk gown, the one hiked up to reveal her garter belt. She was kicking her silvery spiky heels into the avalanche as if spurring the thing on to greater speeds. She took the red feather off her head and stuck it into the side of the avalanche. Then she threw back her head and laughed. She even held her belly. Nothing could make her lose her seat.
She grabbed her banjo out of thin air. She strummed it and struck up a tune. She belted out her song even over the thunderous roar of the avalanche. Nothing could drown out her singing.
Next she leaped off the avalanche and started to dance all around it, kicking up her heels. She held her banjo to her breast as she jumped up into the air and pirouetted about in the wind. She kicked to the left. She kicked to the right, showing off her shapely legs clad in black silk with the fancy garter belt with the pink miniature rose design. Nothing could make this girl miss a beat:
Oh my darling Clementine!
It seemed that even now, just as back at the motel, her low, alto voice made little sparks in the air. They looked like fireflies on the swirling winds, mixed with snow. Now the avalanche reached the roadway. It was rolling at lightning speed as she leaped back up onto it and rode it straight toward Letitcia's car. She threw back her head and shrieked at the top of her lungs.
She was speechless as the next snowy squall started toward them. It sped down the mountainside. Soon it looked like a ball turning over on itself, growing larger and larger. The thing started to rumble and shake the earth. Why, it looked like an avalanche headed toward them at record speed! Nor could Letitcia even open her mouth to scream.
Riding atop the highest part of the avalanche where it was kicking up snow into the air like a bucking bronco, road the girl. Letitcia could make out her satin and silk gown, the one hiked up to reveal her garter belt. She was kicking her silvery spiky heels into the avalanche as if spurring the thing on to greater speeds. She took the red feather off her head and stuck it into the side of the avalanche. Then she threw back her head and laughed. She even held her belly. Nothing could make her lose her seat.
She grabbed her banjo out of thin air. She strummed it and struck up a tune. She belted out her song even over the thunderous roar of the avalanche. Nothing could drown out her singing.
Next she leaped off the avalanche and started to dance all around it, kicking up her heels. She held her banjo to her breast as she jumped up into the air and pirouetted about in the wind. She kicked to the left. She kicked to the right, showing off her shapely legs clad in black silk with the fancy garter belt with the pink miniature rose design. Nothing could make this girl miss a beat:
Oh my darling Clementine!
It seemed that even now, just as back at the motel, her low, alto voice made little sparks in the air. They looked like fireflies on the swirling winds, mixed with snow. Now the avalanche reached the roadway. It was rolling at lightning speed as she leaped back up onto it and rode it straight toward Letitcia's car. She threw back her head and shrieked at the top of her lungs.
