A strange last twenty-four hours, mostly because I didn’t know I was going to make it to this point today. Because yesterday, at work, I nearly passed out.
I’m breaking in these new glasses, which are not only bifocals–yes, I need those–but are larger lenses as well as high definition. Which means everything is so bright and clear. I also received a new computer monitor, which is also bigger and HD and bright and clear . . . and I was sitting way too close to it because my other glasses were kind of the suck.
The upshot of all this is I was getting some wicked vertigo while coming down with something at the same time. I realized I was getting sick when I made it home and relaxed with my glasses off and my eyes closed for a bit, and felt the illness coming on. That was when I slipped into my warm red flannel pajamas and slipped into my comfy Fuug boots (fake Uugs, if you’re wondering), and drank tea to get the warm fluids into my body.
Did I mention sitting at my computer? Where else would I be? I wrote nine hundred words towards that character I told you about on Sunday, and then . . . well, I have a novel I’m slowly building too, yeah?
The last time we saw my kids they were ripping along the south end of the school when they got word the comms were back on line. Ergo, it only makes sense to let someone know they’re alive . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Though he wasn’t suppose to respond, Kerry felt he had no choice but to let the professor know Emma and he were still alive. “Nightwitch, this is Starbuck. Selene and I are still out here; we’re trying to get to safety. Please respond—over.”
Vicky was on the comm immediately. “Starbuck, Selene, where the hell are you? Over.”
Emma took this one. “Nightwitch, we’re on Gloucester Bend going flat-out towards The Diamond. We want to get underground. Over.”
There wasn’t any time wasted making a decision. “Okay, stay on the Green Line and head for The Diamond. Pop over Chicane and proceed to Exit Two. Everything’s sealed, but I’ll contact Fortress and see about getting them to drop it long enough to let you in. Acknowledge—over.”
Since that had been their plan all along, Kerry didn’t wait for Emma to give her okay. “Got it, Nightwitch. Over.”
“Copy on that. We don’t have the detection grid up yet, so radio in when you’re at the exit. Over.”
“Copy, Nightwitch. Over and out.”
Emma quickly looked back at her wingmate. “See?”
“Yeah, I see.” Kerry didn’t try hiding his smile. “Good call.”
“I told you.” They finally straightened out on their finally approach to Chicane. “They lost the detection gird, too?”
“Sounds like it.” Kerry slowed as Emma did, sliding into the sweeping left/right meant to slow racers before heading for the Start/Finish Line. “Don’t go too high—”
Yeah, don’t go too high because you never know who might shoot at you or see you. But they get there okay–no one blasts them–and they make their way to the place they’re suppose to go . . .
Emma dropped to the ground and leapt off her broom some fifteen meters from the exit, allowing it to drop to the ground. She gave the status report as she ran for Exit Two. “Nightwitch, this is Selene. We’re at the exit. Over.”
Kerry settled slowly to the ground as Vicky responded. “Roger, Selene. Fortress is sending someone for pickup. Hold tight; they should be there momentarily. Over and out.”
Emma was standing next to the exit. It was not only physically sealed, but was covered with a screen that shimmered with a dark red. “Roger. Over and out.” She waved at Kerry. “Come on; hurry up. They’ll be here soon.”
Kerry dropped his broom as low to the ground as possible without scraping his bad knee and retried Emma’s broom. “Why you dropping your equipment like that?”
“Oh, please.” She stood with her weight planted on her right leg. “It’s not like—”
Something large dropped from above the exit, wrapped Emma up in two long, thick tentacles, and dragged her screaming form along the ground for nearly twelve meters before picking her up and slamming her against the side of the building.
. . . and everything goes straight to hell. ‘Cause when something wraps their tentacles around you, it’s never a good thing. Then again, this is Lovecraft Country–maybe this thing just wants to say “Hi.”
Anyway, you wanted the Abomination–you got it. I’ve got a thousand words even on the scene, and if I get into a good writing grove tonight, I’ll probably get closer to two thousand.
After all, Kerry just can’t stand by and watch Emma die–