Emergency Fire Blanket Reviews Novels & Stories

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.

Xander pressed. The scout shook his head. “There was a photo—blurry. The snow ruined the writing. You can barely see anything.” “The photo. Let me see it.” Just as Xander reached for it, Holly timidly raised a hand, pointing toward a narrow crevice in the distance. “Sister’s in there…” When they started the rescue, the team moved with the utmost caution. The ice, polished smooth by relentless winds, offered no grip even for claws sharp as blades.