Miscellaneous

Fear

More of Chapter 2

The Gone

My feet slap on the hard floor of the terminal. Max has dropped me and is pulling me into a fast run holding my hand. Colin is behind me. I know we are making too much noise. Colin’s dress shoes are clicking and although Max’s trainers are silent he is breathing loudly. I’m not sure where we are going, but I can’t catch my breath to ask. All I keep seeing is the blood. Where are the others?

Max veers to the right and I follow him. There in front is a pair of double doors. They look as if they swing both ways and as Max extends his arm and hits them they swing silently inward. We dash in and they close behind us. Max slows to a jog and then stops. Colin is by the doors peering out of one of the squares of Perspex set into the…

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Miscellaneous

Aftermath

A bit more of Chapter 2

The Gone

“Where are they?” I ask, looking around the very empty terminal. The group we were with have disappeared and whoever was shooting has gone as well.

“I don’t…” Colin starts to say and then Max grabs us both and pulls us down below the counter.

“Shhh,” he hisses.

In the background I can hear a door opening. Footsteps come closer.

“The manifest says that there ought to be three more.” The voice is very loud and harsh as it echoes around the large room.

“Yeah, but loads never got on.” This voice is low and smooth. He sounds less cruel but I am not going to stand up and say hi.

“Maybe we ought to do a sweep. Perhaps we can find them.” He sounds sort of excited and I wonder what has him riled up. His pace has picked up as well. He is coming straight for us.

I…

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Poetry

My space

I have a workshop where I write. It's a box that is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Shelves cover one wall and art adorns the sides. A window sits but you can't see out. Instead the cool green of young trees filter the light. A sofa takes up the far wall,… Continue reading My space

Miscellaneous

Escape

The beginning of Chapter 2

The Gone

“Lights,” Max whispers. I can tell he is on my right because he is breathing heavily. The popping sounds are still audible but seem to be much further away.

Max starts to move around and I can only guess that he is running his hands down the wall trying to find a light stitch. He stops.

“Don’t,” Colin says quietly.

Max doesn’t move. The sounds are becoming fainter as if they were getting further away. I think they might be outside the airport.

“What are those sounds?” I ask. I have an idea but I don’t want to admit it.

“Guns.” Colin answers me and I jump. He has moved closer and I hadn’t even realised.

“Shall I crack the door?” Max asks.

“Not that one,” Colin says. “There has to be one out into the space behind the desk.”

I look around and to the left of me I…

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Miscellaneous

Run away with me.

The last part of Chapter 1…

The Gone

I make it back to my abandoned shoes as Colin starts to walk toward me. I had noticed that the shouting is louder but I’m still surprised at the yelling and gesturing going on. It looks as if they are about to come to blows.

Colin reaches me and takes me by the elbow, moving me out of direct sight.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Where did you go?”

I nod to the door. “The agent came out of there and I had a few words.”

“What did he say?”

“What did they say?” I counter.

He sighs and drops my arm. I’m surprised that I liked the contact.

“You first,” he says. I look at him. I don’t know him, but I also know that I am not going to get out of this situation without help. And somehow I am not sure the rest of the…

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Miscellaneous

Secrets

The next part of Chapter 1…

The Gone

Colin walks away and I can’t help but admire his behind. Well, he is very well-made. I wonder what his job is. I don’t think he sits behind a desk all the time. My consultant’s job has let me gain a few more pounds than I like, but then I haven’t been worried. I travel the world and apart from a few quick relationships I just haven’t had the time. Maybe at thirty five I ought to be hearing my biological clock but so far it has been very quiet.

Colin is talking to the others, there are about twenty in all. When we stopped in Barcelona I could have sworn that a plane full of people disembarked. I had been so tired when we boarded the next plane that I didn’t notice how many there were. I had assumed that the level of noise meant a full plane, but…

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Miscellaneous

Rage against the machine

The next installment of ‘The Gone’. 🙂

The Gone

I move across the floor, my heels tapping a quick beat. I try to look unflustered but I have a really bad feeling. Reaching the edge of the group, I turn to the nearest person.

“Have they closed the terminal?”

Just my luck, the person happens to be my neighbour from the plane, her child clinging to her trousers. She ignores me so I turn to the guy on my other side. It’s the man from the plane. I smile but he leans forward, straining to hear the quiet voice in front.

“There has been a situation…”

“What situation?” someone asks.

“The terminal has been evacuated.”

The guy with the soft voice has ignored the question. I look around. The silence and emptiness is getting to me, making my skin crawl. I keep feeling as though we are being watched.

“What about us?” another passenger asks.

I am starting to…

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