Skylar Snow — All Wet And In Need

"Marcus," she said, "I'm all wet and in need of a hot shower and about four hours of crying."

On solid ground, Skylar collapsed onto her hands and knees. The dog shook itself dry, then turned and licked her ear. She laughed—a wet, broken sound. Marcus ran up, shoving a waterproof mic toward her face. skylar snow all wet and in need

"Don't let go. I've got you."

It started as a routine assignment: "Flash flooding along the Carson River, get the shot, get the quote, get out." But routine is a liar. By the time Skylar arrived, the scenic walking path near Mill Bend was already a frothing brown current. The rain wasn't falling anymore—it was attacking , each drop a tiny fist against her Kevlar-lined jacket. "Marcus," she said, "I'm all wet and in

The first rule of disaster reporting is to stay dry. The second is to stay back. Marcus ran up, shoving a waterproof mic toward her face

Skylar Snow broke both rules in the span of a single, reckless breath.