There was no light in the back of the house and I didn't have a flashlight so I had trouble getting the key in the lock.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
He waved his flashlight in an arc above his head and repeated the two words, a quake in his voice.
He had no flashlight, and the fear he'd felt during his first trip into this deep and dank hole was compounded by the absence of being able to see.
I went out on the porch and turned the flashlight on the spot, but I didn't see anyone.
The glow from the flashlight barely illuminated the next few feet of inky darkness as the two youngsters crept along the dank passageway.
Grabbing the flashlight, she shined it into his eyes, screaming again.
She ran to the bedroom and grabbed the flashlight, pausing only long enough to check the window there.
The day before, she'd found quite a few treasures, to include the backpack, a flashlight, the key locker for the cars in the garage, and Jake's wallet, which happened to have a credit card, which she had secretly used to book a flight from Tucson to Virginia.
His own flashlight was jammed in his pocket, pointing absurdly upward.
Turning on the flashlight, she moved toward the goat.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
He set the flashlight on the table where it would shine on the floor and started for the living room.
Anxious to be gone, she searched beneath the sinks and the laundry room, places she thought a flashlight would be.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
A flashlight blinded her.
"Don't be such a cry baby," he muttered, holding the flashlight out in front as if to see inches more of what lay before them.
Suddenly he flicked off the flashlight, plunging them into utter darkness as she stumbled against him.
The skull looked up through hollow eyes, just as the flashlight died, plunging the pair into a blackened void of darkness.
Yeah. I guess we went in—a little way— but it wasn't so bad until the flashlight started dimming and I got scared we wouldn't find our way out in the dark.
Then the flashlight went out.
We tried to make the flashlight work but it was as dead as the skeleton guy.
However, they needed more supplies—additional batteries, a second flashlight, and marking chalk—all to be purchased at the variety store, which didn't open until eight o'clock.
He tried to hold the flashlight, but he needed both hands to secure the line.
With his hands free, he unfastened the larger flashlight and pointed it downward, trying to find a path level enough to search further, now absent the security of the totally expended rope.
Dean pulled his flashlight from his pocket, handed it to her, and turned away.
He raised his other hand to shield his eyes from the flashlight, which Dean then turned away.
His glaring spotlight of a flashlight blinded her as he walked to the driver's door, and she held her hand up.
Once inside the barn, she grabbed the pitchfork and a flashlight and then darted out the barn door, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Outside the circle of light lay a small form, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed fur with copper highlights.
Placing the flashlight on Brutus, she grabbed the sack with both hands and tugged.
If what she sought was in this room, she needed a flashlight just to see if there was furniture aside from the bed.
Then she heard his footsteps coming into the kitchen and saw the bobbing flashlight as he opened the back door.
He fumbled with the flashlight, nearly dropping it when his arms embraced her.
Dean flipped off the flashlight just as he caught sight of two very attractive breasts.
Tug, scream, shine the flashlight, throw the pitchfork toward the barn.
He was climbing now, hand over hand, over a mass of boulders, his flashlight re-hooked to his waist.