‘Welcome to Betelgeuse’ part 5
– FICTION – Morrow crouched alongside the stretcher as the ambulance attendants splinted the woman’s leg. Still unconscious, she inhaled sharply in pain as they lifted her into the back of the ambulance.
– FICTION – Morrow crouched alongside the stretcher as the ambulance attendants splinted the woman’s leg. Still unconscious, she inhaled sharply in pain as they lifted her into the back of the ambulance.
– FICTION – She bumped over an overgrown rail line, barely maintaining control of her scooter as its front tire got caught in the recesses of the crossing and started to follow the tracks, as if with a will of its own.
– FICTION – Something had happened, to her, anyway, but she was putting that behind her. Or was it still in front? With no landmarks, a useless map, not even the moon to orient her, she could be going in circles.
– ON WRITING – Today was National Novel Writing Month’s Double-Up Donation Day, when participants try otodouble their daily word count and to make a contribution.
– FICTION – Could she be lost? Could she have turned west, toward God-knows-where, or even north toward Warrensburg?