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08 November 2017 @ 08:52 am
_Stone_ part 1  

What I'm doing for NaNoWriMo this year. This first chapter I wrote ages ago. Now I'm trying to find a story to go with it.

Chapter One

Freeway to Death

Or from, hard to say until you arrive.

My paws hurt.

Didn't matter if I walked on the dry brittle grass of the verge, or the rough pavement of the shoulder. Too tired to Change. To stubborn to quit.

If I had any sense I'd walk out into traffic and end it all. Death behind me and . . . nothing to walk forward into but a slower death than I'd dealt out to those back there. I had set out to find out what I was . . . and the answer was unthinkable.

I turned my head enough to see the cars and trucks coming up behind me. Not many, all going quite fast. I put my head back down and limped on.

Not just because of the paws. I heal fast. Maybe because of what I am. I'd lain unconscious for . . . maybe a day? After the fight. All the cuts and bites had healed on the surface, but there was a lot still going on inside. Especially in the hip joint. Damn near lost a leg . . .

Another car passed me, swerved to try and miss some trash on the road, ran right over it. tossed it in the air. It clanged down a dozen feet away, then I could hear the thump, thump, thump of a flat tire. The car slowed and pulled over to the shoulder, a quarter mile down the road.

Another poor sod, dead on the road, going through the motions.

Well, no.

This was a pissed off blonde woman, kicking her car and glaring at the tire. Full of life, throwing her hands in the air and stomping around to pop the trunk of the car and start pulling stuff out.

By the time I limped up there was a pile of three suitcases, boxes, bags . . . nothing that smelled like food, unfortunately.

She stopped long enough to eye me, then turned back to the trunk to pull out a tool kit.

I flopped into the narrow bit of shade the biggest suitcase offered and watched her pull out the jack, the spare . . . So much energy, so much emotion. So alive and so real.

I closed my eyes. And "saw" with that faint sense, not quite sight but . . . the woman was a ghostly aura darting about. Nothing like the sick green of those people . . . my people.

Another car pulled over, stopped. Another faint white aura. I opened my eyes.

A man getting out of a bright red sports car. Grinning. "Hey Honey, need some help?"

Not one of the good grins. He swaggered up and loomed. "I can help you, if you're nice . . . "

I hadn't meant to growl. But I was careful to not limp as I got up to stalk closer.

The guy stopped. I'm a very large dog.

The woman smiled. "No thanks, I've got this."

The man eyed me, shrugged and walked back to his car. Slammed the door.

I watched carefully, but he didn't try to run me down when he drove off.

"Huh." The woman eyed me. "Thanks, pup. Pity you didn't wait until after he'd changed the tire, though."

She leaned over and looked at the tags clipped on the twisted fabric around my neck. "Stone, eh? And a phone number . . . 404? Isn't that an Atlanta area code? You're a long way from home, Stone."

I wagged my tail and limped back to the shade.

"So am I. Why the hell my sister moved to Phoenix . . . eh, love. At least she found a good one." She changed the tire with no more than a few curses, loaded everything back into the trunk and offered me a lift.

I accepted.

matapampamuphoff on November 8th, 2017 03:00 pm (UTC)
Which I see I put up a few months ago, Dang, you guys have really gone through my backlog of never finished or published stuff.
Zan Lynxzlynx on November 8th, 2017 03:17 pm (UTC)
I would be glad to read it again.
(Anonymous) on November 8th, 2017 06:31 pm (UTC)
Yeah, what he said. Especially if there's more, and the hints on facebook are pretty intriguing.

matapampamuphoff on November 8th, 2017 07:04 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I've added to the start and kept going.

And yes, I am subtracting my original 6917 words from the file count for NaNoWriMo. So with luck, by the end of November I'll have close to 57000 word novel.