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More of the SameThey sped away from the main gates before either of the two fugitives could take the recently vacated driver's seat. Either the beasts were sprinting for home, or they were merely stupid and frightened.
"This is insane." PDQ held tightly to the carriage, afraid he would fall out. The wind whipped at his face, cold and fast, making tears spring to his eyes.
Already settling herself on a seat in the carriage, Griselda tied her long hair back, careful not to pull even a strand of her beard. "Shush, it's working so far."
The carriage they'd commandeered was an opulent affair in PDQ's small sphere of experience, all velvet inlay and expensive wood. There were even small gems somehow sewn into the corners of the doors and windows. He dearly hoped that it was borrowed finery, or better, already once-stolen. However, the unconscious passenger had a severe military air about her, evident even in the way she breathed in
Contra-Bandy ch13I woke up to hear someone I didn't know singing a song I barely recognized as a Russian folk song. None of Shawn's friends had ever struck me as the type to hold onto anyone's roots, so I assumed I'd woken up in the other place. It wasn't Mari, though, and it was definitely not Jimmy. It was a woman's voice, but nothing like Mari's lilting contralto. She sounded young.
Reluctant to face this place again, I pulled the coarse blanket over my head and groaned. I had to call it something, didn't I? Then I could treat it like a summer home. Heh. Maybe if I named it, it would go away. I pushed my face into the pillow and breathed in the smell of army-issue cigarettes and old sweat. Nothing seemed real anymore, but it all felt real regardless.
"I dub thee Reality 2," I muttered darkly into the smelly pillow.
Artificial light attacked me suddenly, making me curse a little too lo
Contra-Bandy ch12"Wanna hear something really strange?"
"No." It was late in the evening and I still hadn't slept. Came close a few times, but thanks to a few full pots of coffee, I was ready to stay up 'til four in the morning. It was probably only eleven o'clock.
Shawn had only been awake for about an hour and a half, and he was looking a lot better than he had that morning. He had squished himself into a corner of the couch with an un-buttered English muffin while I fiddled with the Playstation. "No, come on, I mean it."
When he got like this, it was usually best to let him talk until he stopped. "Fine. Tell me something really strange." I shut the casing and set the console back on the shelf, staring hard at it in case it exploded. While I was good at fixing most electronics, Sony products despised me.
"I think I can talk to you about anything now."
I almost couldn't help laughing. "You wha
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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