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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 18Part 18
I don't think I'll get much done in the way of writing tonight, and I should apologize for the way I left. Guess it is a good thing Alton did my work for me, even if I still don't like it...
The writer ran his fingers through his drenched hair, slicking it back. "Sterling & Son. I need to apologize to Alton."
Micah raised an eyebrow. He offered Nathan his hand and helped him to his feet, folding his wings back as he started down the sidewalk towards his car (which Nathan could have sworn wasn't there before). Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the writer quickly followed after him, watching silently as the angel's wings faded away and he entered the vehicle. Another, louder thunder roll prompted him to jog faster around to the passenger's side, not hesitating to let himself in. Before Micah could ask about his last comment, Nathan turned to him to elaborate.
"I got upset with him."
The angel rolled his eyes and started the car, pulling away from the curb.
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 16Part 16
I'm probably going to regret this later, but she is right...
Nathan still frowned and rubbed his neck. "I guess so," he admitted. "I probably could use the back up, but..."
"Great," Enya said with a smirk and a satisfied nod. "Because if you had said no, I was going to chew you out and help anyway. Better that you just agree with me."
Despite his apprehensiveness, Nathan still laughed at that. "If it means avoiding an argument, then yeah, probably."
"Did I miss anything exciting?" Alton returned to his guests, standing beside the table with his hands folded in front of him. While they both shook their heads, Enya eased the cat off her lap and stood up from the table, bouncing beside him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Didn't miss a thing, Al, though I was wondering what we're going to do now. It's still raining and I sure as hell don't feel like going home yet."
"What time is it anyway?" Nathan glanced down at his watch. It was almost eight o'c
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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