When Fireballs Collide

Facing a fireball and living to tell about it wasn't in John's plans for the day.But when he and his two female spirit guides were caught behind a red subcompact taking hit after hit of fireballs, some one had to do something. Because they could only keep taking those hits for so long.Something in what he said made one of the girls step up and get the attention of whoever was throwing those fireballs at them. A distraction long enough for everyone to escape.Only to realize that they still hadn't finished their assignment and would need to go back...Excerpt:And there came another one. BAM! Right against the car we were crouched behind. Wewere stuck behind a red subcompact, a recent American model. Here atthe Los Angeles Observatory parking lot. The night was clear, a veryrare occurrence, very unusual for this city of smoke and fog. Thestars above mirroring the endless street and building lights thatmarched out to their California coast. Getting pummelled by red-orange fireballs behindthis car couldn't last forever. Especially since they smell ofsulphur like a whole case of rotten eggs being broken at once.Big, really huge fireballs had been coming at themfor something like 15 minutes. Heat and stench. Coming one rightafter the last one. The red car was shaking like it would never stop.It was going to need a paint job after this. If they could stand thesmell to get it into the shop.Jude and Sal were there with me. Hunkered downlike I was. At least I was in my blue jeans and work boots, graysweatshirt. Sal was in her regular tailored beige suit with goldpinstripes, low-heeled dress shoes. An outfit more ideal for turningheads on Rodeo Drive instead of crouching on dirty asphalt and gravelin a remote parking lot. Jude was at least better off in her blackjeans and a tailored black leather jacket, with her clunky blackTimberland boots. (OK, she likes black. And looks good in it.)Admiring these two beauties wasn't helping toget us out of this."e;Hey, can't we just teleport out of here?"e; Iasked, behind my sweatshirt sleeve covering my nose.."e;If we were able to concentrate. Not when theyare coming a few seconds apart,"e; said Sal."e;And it's all I can do just to keep this carin one piece,"e; said Jude."e;Wait, that explains how there was suddenly thiscar appearing on an empty parking lot."e; I replied."e;Just keep it quiet, so I can keep on keeping itthere, in between those fireballs and us,"e; said Jude."e;With that noise, I'm surprised we can thinkat all,"e; I added."e;Wait. That's it! It's how we are thinkingSal said.At that, Sal suddenly stood straight up and walkedout away from the red car. "e;Hey - you. Fireball Guy. Yeah, that's you. Isthat all you got? Really?"e;And the fireballs started coming right at her -all in a row and streaming right at her, twice as many more than werecoming before at us.But Sal just stood there.And the fireballs passed right through her. Sheflinched at the first ones, but after a few of them she just stoodthere. And started laughing. Complete glee.I thought she'd lost it. But her actions gaveJude enough time to disappear the car and get us out of there. The scene shimmered, like usual. Fireballs,parking lot, all of L. A. just disappeared.Get Your Copy Now!