Hello fellow warriors. :-) I made it back. I missed you all! My 40+ sucked the life out of me the last two weeks. I am so happy to be in front of a keyboard--and my imagination is allowed to guide my hands, not Bio problem solving.
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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.
It feels like it takes forever to get it all organized in the SUV. Then Kade says, “I have a list from Genrael.”
Now, the snippet:
When he shows it to me, I tell him he has to read it since I have no idea what those symbols mean. I don’t think they’re Chinese or Mideastern. No matter. The way I see it, he’s in charge of shopping for Mr. D.H. He reads the list out loud.
Something is vaguely familiar about the items he needs. I bet the big box home improvement store will have the stump remover and the Sulphur .
I'm right, but they don’t sell activated charcoal. I say, “I have no idea where to get it, Kade.”
His expression tells me he’s clueless.
“Genrael said, after his research,it might be the most difficult of the three to procure.” He reaches into his pocket and produces my cellphone.
A few more lines if you wish to read on:
“You are permitted to use this to discover where to purchase the charcoal. In direct sight of my eyes, though. I am to observe, to assure you do not make contact with anyone on the…outside.”
“Seriously?” My volume is climbing. “Seriously!”
“Yes, Emmily. Seriously.”
He’s not catching the sarcastic bite I’m throwing into sheer disbelief.
What’s the use…
Now what do you suppose Genrael wants those items for?
The working blurb for this story follows: