Harvest of the Innocent
A shifting flicker of light teased from the darkness ahead. The
small glimmering beacon drew the wisp of a child, no more than five years
old, toward its promise. A rustling sound caught the girl’s attention, and
she stopped. Her big brown eyes strained to focus in the filtered
moonlight that bled down through the trees creating odd patterns and deep
shadows, distorting the landscape. A pair of awkwardly positioned
child's red, patent leather shoes caught her eye as she scanned the near
distance. The shoes vanished into the thick brush.
Without caution, the inquisitive child pursued the shoes anxious
to see where they were going and who was attached to them. When she
cleared the thicket and stepped to the edge of the clearing, the earth
began to give way under her feet, and unseen hands seized her ankles. They
held her fast, dragging her downward.
Looking toward the faint elimination ahead, the captured child
saw two figures in silhouette one large and one small, hovering close to
the unnatural yellow glow of a lantern. The larger figure was digging with
a long-handled shovel, and the smaller danced about like a night fairy,
waiting for the unearthing of some treasure. Neither silhouette noticed
theoverlycurious innocent tried to break free of
the appendages coiled fiercely around her ankles.
Despite her efforts, she continued to slide into the earth, and the
terrain fell in around her. She struggled for air as pressure came heavy
against her chest the ground seemed to swallow her alive. Though sherepeatedlytried
to cry out, she could not find her voice.
The repetitive crunch and swish of the distant shovel turning
dirt, and the calls of night creatures, who cared nothing for the
foolishness of humans, would be her death knell. As hope fell away and the
helpless child felt surrender approach, her tiny frame was jerked back out
of the ground, and there was a blinding light in her eyes. A Dark Angel
gathered her in his arms and flew away with her.
Falling Fallow (Colony
Series book 4)
strides, Elaine covered the expanse of roadway between her and Batida.
Arrogance forward, she pushed through the door and marched straight to the
bar. She spoke commandingly to the bartender, an older, pudgy man with
dark thinning hair and a bushy mustache. “Dá-me um tiro, algo forte.” She
hoped her Portuguese flowed fluent enough to convince them she was native.
bartender poured her a shot of something clear, and she belted it back,
not caring what it was as long as it was alcohol. Slamming the glass back
to the bar, she asked for another. The bartender raised his eyebrows
questioningly and asked, “Você
tem o dinheiro?”
slapped the money from her pocket to the bar. He looked at it, pursed his
lips, and poured her another drink.
wasn’t difficult to feel the men in the bar watching her, roving over her
body, imagining its possibilities…and wondering how many drinks it would
take to make her compliant. This made her smile because she knew it as
something that would lead to fighting or sex and right now she would
settle for either—the more intense and violent the better.
was about to raise the fourth shot to her lips, a hand reached around her
latching on to her wrist, keeping the glass from her mouth. The other
hand of her assailant came around the opposite side of her and wrested the
glass from her hand, putting it back on the bar. With a snort, she turned
to the unknown man ready to fight him and was surprised to see Temen, his
face parental as he whispered, “Come with me.”
think not,” Elaine shouted and turned back to the bar. When she tried to
pick up the glass, Temen wrapped his arms around her, dragging her away
from the bar. She fought him and broke free. Other men in the room were
on their feet, and Temen put them off with words of caution. “Espera,
Nós tivemos um argumento.Teveuma
têmpera como você pode ver. Eu estoutomandoseurepouso a
nossasseis crianças. Não interfira!”
Temen’s story of a domestic dispute and the fact that she was the mother
of his six children put the men back in their chairs. They needed little
convincing that she had a temper, as he suggested, for she displayed it
Paladin (Fantasy Sci-Fi)
JEN’S DINER - DAY
and Chevy seated in booth across from each other, waiting for burgers.
Chevy notices ring on Minx's finger, takes her hand for closer look.
That's a beautiful ring. Looks antique. You've never worn it before.
I rarely wear it for fear of losing it. It was my mothers. (beat) All I
have left of her.
pulls her hand to his lips, kisses her fingers.
Didn't mean to make you sad.
It's okay. It was a while ago.
arrive. Minx eyes Chevy's plate, blood seeping from meat. She makes a
How did you get them to agree to cook it that rare? I thought it was some
law or something that it can't be rare or in your case, still mooing,
because of e-Coli or Mad Cow or whatever.
Does it bother you?
No. I'll just pretend its catsup and try not to imagine you're really a
Counterbalance (Drama with a twist of
- POLICE STATION - NIGHT - PAST
heads for elevator, Dr. Bennett pauses at doorway, looks
toward Elliot, lifts posture, strides toward him. Elliot sees her coming,
closes folders, leans back.
(to Dr. Bennett)
Dr. Bennett, Al has been telling me your theory.
Bennett examines Elliot with doctor’s eye.
We can discuss it if you like. My office, tomorrow morning, ten a.m.
Sorry, I have a witness interview tomorrow morning.
Bennett looks left and right to ensure no prying ears, leans forward,
Look, your friends tout your condescending attitude toward women. It’s a
brag they love to share. Given your attitudes, I understand if you don’t
want to talk to me. If you prefer, I’ll have a male colleague come in.
Nah. It’s not that. Like I said, I have a witness statement to take.
Give it to someone else. This isn’t optional. You show or the Chief says
your suspended. Ten a.m. My office. Get some sleep.
Bennett swiftly turns and walks away.
(under his breath)
Bennett exits to elevator. Elliot watches, tucks folder away, exits to