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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 15Part 15
I really should get to writing... but...
Nathan started down the sidewalk, hoping he could beat the storm as heat lightning flashed across the sky. He closed his eyes, counting out loud to settle his nerves until he heard the thunder again.
"One... two... three... four... five... six... seven..."
"Seven," he muttered, shivering. "How appropriate." Rain began to fall lightly, and Nathan's pace increased with his pulse. As the storm drew closer, he knew that it had been the wiser option to turn towards Alton's shop instead of heading home. By the time the rain was falling in a steady stream, and his count between lighting and thunder had dropped to one, he had reached the storefront. Alton had just walked to the front to turn the OPEN sign to CLOSED when he saw him, and opened the door instead.
"What are you doing out this late?" the bookseller asked with a half-smile of amusement, letting Nathan in before locking the door. "I wou
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 14Part 14
Micah. Normal clothes. Still Micah. Better be honest.
Nathan gave him an awkward grin and held up his notepad. "Article on Famina for The Citizen," he told him honestly. "Guess I got more than I bargained for..."
Micah snorted (a laugh?) and rolled his eyes, but the scowl barely changed. If it weren't for that frown, he'd look like he'd just stepped out of a men's catalogue: blue V-neck sweater pulled over a pale blue plaid shirt (the top button undone), pre-worn jeans and, miraculously, sneakers. While Nathan registered the casual look, Micah turned his attention to the other angel, posing the same question to him: "And you, Gabriel?"
"Dragged in to replace the model who you will find pieces of outside," he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Nathan explained to the photographer that I'm psychic, but he (unsurprisingly) didn't believe him. I think I put everyone off when I told them that the corpse the kid found -- well, what's left of it anyway -- belongs to Fabrizio
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 13Part 13
You know, I've already made Gabriel both model (which he doesn't seem too keen on) and take on a human identity; the least I can do is suffer through the shoot with him.
Nathan considered the offer for a moment, but after another glance at Gabriel -- who seemed to be doing his best not to look uncomfortable with Gloria hanging on his arm while Marq went over the details of the shoot with them -- the writer sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid I owe him for the torture I'm putting him through," he said with a nod towards the angel. "I didn't think he'd be so adverse to this, and now I feel bad."
Wren wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "I'd gladly fill his shoes, but they probably wouldn't let me. I'm a minor."
"Yeah, that reminds me..." Nathan turned to him, eyebrow raised. "It's a weekday. Shouldn't you be in school?" He wasn't going to comment on the cigarette smoking, but he did wonder what he was doing working on a Wednesday afternoon. The teen just
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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