Excerpt of A Long Bridge Home by Kelly Irvin

Christine. You need to go—now!”

DeeDee’s voice boomed behind Christine. She jumped. The fragile sculpture slipped from her fingers and hit the pine plank floor. It shattered in a half-dozen pieces.

“Ach!” Christine sank to the floor. She gathered the pieces of the happy family, their faces a puzzle that couldn’t be put together again. “I’m so sorry. Your beautiful figurine—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s not the end of the world.” DeeDee knelt next to her. “Stop, you’ll cut yourself.”

Indeed, the end of the world did roar down the mountains, and this tiny bit of beauty seemed too precious to lose. Christine would glue the family back together. No, it would never be the same. Like her serene, orderly life.

A pointed shard pierced Christine’s thumb. Blood dripped on her apron. She clutched her hand to her chest, trying to stymie the flow from a small cut. “I’m such a clumsy girl.”

“You’re not clumsy. It’s my fault. I scared you.” DeeDee heaved herself to her feet and offered her plump hand. “Let’s get you a bandage and get you going. We just got the Code Red Reverse 911 call. It’s time to evacuate. The fire’s coming.”

With one last look at the broken family, Christine scampered after the other woman. A quick fix in the kitchen and she rushed out the door. DeeDee followed. They hugged as if they might never see each other again. Being hugged by DeeDee was like being enveloped in a soft, down-filled comforter that smelled of Dove soap and lavender shampoo. A safe, clean fragrance.

“I didn’t finish the bathrooms.” A sob caught in Christine’s throat. Letting go and leaving this kind woman who had been a neighbor for Christine’s entire life seemed impossible. “Alex left a terrible mess in the kids’ bathroom.”

The oldest Drake son was a teenager sure he needed to shave those three spindly blond hairs on his chin and wear large quantities of a stinky aftershave that made Christine sneeze.

“Honey, God willing, they’ll still be here when we come back and you can scrub them extra hard.” DeeDee gently tugged free. “We’ll see you and yours in Eureka. Don’t you worry.”

A conversation played in Christine’s head. One she wasn’t supposed to hear. Mother and Father whispered over glasses of iced tea in the kitchen after the little ones went to bed. Father wanted to go home—to his home. Kansas. Mother argued against it, but if things went as usual, Father would have the final word.

Christine had been two when Father pulled up stakes and moved the family to Montana, drawn by the gorgeous vistas, hunting, fishing, and mountaintops he said brought them closer to the God who created them. Kootenai was their home. Christine had graduated from school here in the eighth grade, cleaned houses for four English families since she was fifteen, and been baptized at eighteen. She went on camping trips with her family to Lake Koocanusa even though tramping around outdoors with the mosquitoes and snakes numbered far down her list of favorite activities. She’d hike in the mountains a hundred times a year to stay here.

All she remembered from trips to visit family was a shimmering asphalt ribbon that cut a straight line through endless flat fields of golden wheat and corn as far as she could see—and dirty convenience store restrooms. Even as a child, she’d rather hold it than relieve herself in such stinky, miserable quarters.

The future heaved in front of her, a winding mountain road that suddenly buckled under the weight of a rock slide. “I’ll pay you back for the figurine.” Tears choked Christine as she grabbed the bike she’d left leaning against the back porch. “I’m so sorry I broke it. It was so beautiful.”

“Knickknacks can be replaced.” DeeDee swiped at her dimpled cheeks and then shooed her with both hands. “Go, girl, hurry. Your daddy and momma will be looking for you.”

Christine slid onto her mountain bike and pedaled down the gravel road. The thick smoke stung her eyes and hurt her throat. The entire world smelled like a wood-burning stove. The bandaged cut on her palm throbbed.

She glanced back. DeeDee stood on the porch waving as if she had all the time in the world. Behind her, black smoke loomed over the house, a sinister, growing monster lurching closer and closer. The towering pines and spruce that normally guarded the grounds with such stately dignity quivered and shrank as if they could see the seething flames roaring down the mountain, bringing with them the demise of every living creature and plant in their path.

Don’t look.