GENRE: Women’s Fiction
LOGLINE: With a pipeline underway to drain the Flaming Gorge, Violet Wesley has one summer left on the Colorado River before her rafting business runs dry. She calls on the love of her life for help, but when he arrives with a fiancée in tow she knows she has to conquer her Avoidant Personality Disorder, stand up to her imaginary friends, or risk losing everything she holds dear.
The Colorado River was, at times, angry and loud, obstinate and pushy, unpredictable and exciting; all the things that Violet Wesley was not. Still, she was a part of this place; as intractable as the trees that dug roots deep into the soil. Her hair was the color of the earth, her eyes the color of the river as it frothed and churned, her skin reddened and freckled from years of exposure, like the rocks in the cliffs above the water.
But Violet would say that was beautiful in nature didn’t count for much in people. Or rather, she’d think it. Vi rarely spoke out loud, and never of her innermost thoughts unless she was alone. And even then she found the sound of her own voice startling, as if running into a throaty acquaintance whose appearance left her feeling faintly shamed.
Now, she clutched her mug of tea and turned her face to the sun. How many others before her had stood in this very spot and prayed for a safe journey? The faint roar of the rapids downriver to her right and the steady hum of mosquitoes were the soundtrack to her life, and she took comfort in them. These were the things she knew, the unchangeable foundation on which of her life had been built. The river rushed on, mosquitoes fed, and she was a coward.
She opened her eyes and set her shoulders. By the end of this summer, one of those things would no longer be true.