One thing I’ve noticed? Even when we think we are, no one is quite playing the same game. The motivation is never one. That’s the rule.
I could swear I’d seen a body. In a glimpse, moving fast, it had passed in a blink. The fires and strange lights of the marsh cast every form in shadow. And the figure had been no different. Hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
But now, the light had appeared up ahead, blackened for moments by the shifting rider in front of me.
The stagnate stench was quickly passing.
I tried not to think about the depth of poverty under my feet at any one time. The zombies shambled in the cinder, I guessed. But it was bad business to roll this way. Stay above ground. We’d had one or two make a run at us already. People got violent across divides. Moreso if the gulf was high and low.
That was their game to play. Mine was to dodge.
Hundreds drowned down here every time it overpoured.
The flood control channel opened out into the air again suddenly and we were up the incline, smoothly. Onto the ridge of concrete before the slope.
My eyes were darting, right lung still struggling to expand.
I’m gonna be pissed if there’s nerve receptor damage.
I can’t afford a mechanic.
I pushed my mind to someplace else. The Orpheum and a wicked smile. Continue reading