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Sunday, November 14, 2021

Interview with James Priest, author of Kirins: The Seer of Serone



Today it gives the Speculative Fiction Showcase great pleasure to interview James Priest, author of Kirins: The Seer of Serone.

For those not familiar with the kirins, who are they and where do they live? 

Kirins are a tiny, magical, humanoid race dwelling secretly in every country on Earth. They live in elaborate forest treetop villages and mysterious underground sanctuaries. At maturity, kirins are one foot tall. Invisible to humans, they have long, sinewy feet that propel them to lengths and depths otherwise unimaginable. Wherever they live, they collaborate with the birds and animals of the region, employing them for transportation on short excursions or extremely long expeditions. In the trilogy that precedes The Seer of Serone, a party of five daring kirins, led by the wise magician Speckarin, traverses half the United States and the entire Atlantic Ocean on birds. Arriving at Stonehenge in England, they confront the evil magician Elamare and his misguided consorts, who are ardently in the throes of destroying the kirin race.

Kirins: The Seer of Serone is a stand-alone novel that follows on from your trilogy about the Kirins. How are things for the Kirins after the end of the trilogy? 

Having defeated the evil at Stonehenge, Speckarin and his party return triumphantly to the peace and quiet of their home trees—but not for long. In The Seer of Serone, one of Elamare’s acolytes escapes prison and wreaks havoc by momentarily disrupting the global spell that keeps kirins invisible to humans. Shortly thereafter, a mysterious kirin messenger from Alaska arrives at Speckarin’s door to persuade the heroes—who were renowned to have experience with human beings—to help rescue a kirin lad who disappeared after being temporarily rendered visible to humans.

Why do Kirins hide themselves from humans? 

In the distant past, kirins and humans lived together in cooperation and harmony. But as time passed, humans became excessively aggressive, abusing kirins and sometimes even consuming them as a delicacy. For protection, kirins have long cast a spell rendering themselves invisible to humans worldwide.

In this story, a human, Jeremy Bailey, captures a Kirin named Till. What is Bailey’s motivation and what sort of man is he? 

Bailey is a bearded, burly, rugged fishing boat captain who trolls Alaskan waters for fish and crab with the sole motivation of making money. Thus, when he is informed about a unique miniature being who can communicate with fish, Bailey seizes the opportunity and through treachery captures Till, even though the kirin is invisible. Bailey imprisons his prize catch in a box, concealing it from his crew. For months the captain is relentless in clandestinely bullying Till with threats and torture, pervading the small box with smoke from his ever-present cigar. The coercion works. Till views the fish as his friends, and thus it is with deep reluctance that the hopeless and helpless kirin summons fish to the boat, enabling Bailey and his crew to catch fish at record rates.

Bailey faces trial by the Seer of Serone, a powerful Kirin wizard who can see into his mind. What will decide the outcome of the trial? 

Bailey attacks Speckarin as the magician and his party attempt to protect Till. In defense, Speckarin transmits an ancient spell to Bailey, rendering him kirin-sized. Bailey is thus forced to walk in the kirins’ shoes, as it were. But he lacks their ability to thrive in nature, so the world into which he is dispatched as a miniature being is menacing, full of “giant” rats, cats, and other carnivorous beasts. The kirins ultimately imprison Bailey to await judgment from a wise and renowned kirin magician, the Seer of Serone—the only one with the power to restore him to his full size. Bailey escapes prison with the aid of Tarek, a kirin possessing an unusual fascination with humans, but Bailey suffers a life-threatening injury during their escape. Tarek saves Bailey’s life and nurses him back to health before both are eventually recaptured and presented to the Seer for trial. The Seer can restore Bailey’s size only if she detects upon reading his mind a sincere change of heart and regret for his heinous conduct. Whether Bailey’s experience with Tarek has changed Bailey will determine the outcome of Bailey’s trial.

You emphasize the importance of forgiveness and empathy as crucial to the story. Why is this important to you when many fantasies offer retributive justice to “evil” characters? 

Bailey was not facing a death sentence, only one that would keep him small, which would likely prevent him from wreaking havoc against kirins, beings his own size. I have never believed in violent retribution as a solution. As an army surgeon during the Vietnam War, I saw the destructive effects of violence every day, and of course that violence solved nothing. Our greatest gift and hope as humans is our capacity for empathy and forgiveness. In my story, the kirins, who are largely peaceful beings, remind us of this.

You are also a physician and consultant in orthopedics and have written numerous academic articles. How do you combine your practice with writing creatively? 

During the four years I wrote the trilogy, I worked the regular hours of a physician and surgeon, and spent the remainder (weekends, holidays, early mornings, late evenings) of my time writing. I was elated doing both at the same time, and they were the happiest years of my life.

How has your experience as a medic, particularly working in the army, affected your imagination and the way you created the world of your stories? 

Before I attended medical school, I studied English and journalism. Although I chose medicine as a profession, my desire to write never left. When I ultimately decided to write a book, I initially considered writing about my experiences as an army doctor caring for wounded soldiers coming out of Vietnam, but reliving those memories was too painful. Writing fantasy, by contrast, was a release, a catharsis. Creating a fantastical world, I exercised my imagination in a way that I could not, of course, do in my medical practice. At the same time, my medical training also appears in my stories. In The Seer of Serone, Bailey suffers a catastrophic injury. The detailed description of the injury, how it was treated, and how it healed with the help of Tarek, came directly out of my medical practice. As an orthopedic surgeon in the army, I treated many wounds similar to Bailey’s.

What gave you the idea for the stories in the first place, and how long have you been working on the idea? 

As a child I was always fascinated by miniature things, and I loved weaving stories for my friends.  Thus, when I chose to begin writing, I settled on writing about small beings—kirins. But although they’re small in stature, they’re not small in courage or integrity. I began writing in the mid-1980s, and it took four years to complete the trilogy. I’ve worked on The Seer of Serone and parts of other kirins stories over the years since. Looking back, it’s humbling yet stimulating, how much travail and soul-searching one goes through to complete a body of work such as this.

How difficult was it to weave a fantasy novel with magical characters into a modern, real-world setting? 

Because most fantasies are set in a mythical world or another time period, I wanted the challenge of writing a fantasy set in today’s world. In my stories, present-day human society and all its adjuncts—from automobiles, trains, and airplanes to fishing trawlers and college dorms—exist side-by-side with kirins’ elaborate, sylvan tree dwellings, vast underground sanctuaries, and the wide array of animals and birds under the kirins’ magical influence. The story follows kirins through many locales familiar to humans but seen through kirin eyes. The trilogy is set in North America, the Atlantic Ocean, and Great Britain. For The Seer of Serone, I wanted to challenge myself again by choosing a very different setting: Alaska.

Creating an elaborate fantasy world that plausibly coexists with present-day human civilization was difficult. Making kirins invisible to humans (but not to other creatures) was the most obvious means of explaining human beings’ ignorance of the kirins’ omnipresent, global civilization. But this device serendipitously gave rise to a central theme in the stories: the ultimate clash of kirin and human civilizations and the possibility that a desire for reconciliation by some individuals can overcome a vast cultural divide born of fear.

Tell us something about your characters. We’ve mentioned the human Jeremy Bailey and the Seer of Serone. Who else do we meet in this book? 

The Seer of Serone is chock-full of rich characters, human, kirin, and otherwise. The glossary at the end of the book lists nearly one hundred characters and creatures featured in the book. I mentioned Speckarin earlier. He is a central hero in the series. However, he is also something of an antihero—an ordinary kirin clan magician thrust by circumstances into the role of leader and savior. He has the wisdom, integrity, and bravery to rise to the moment, but he is also humble and a bit reluctant—he never believes he has all the answers, and he would probably rather be doing just about anything other than being a hero. There is also Eric Anthony, a human college student who befriends Till and is instrumental in Till’s rescue. Readers will also meet Till’s close friend and fellow clan member, Suri. She has a rare magical gift that brings her into conflict with Lowenval, the powerful clan leader who vehemently opposes Till’s association with the human, Eric. There are many other fascinating characters along the way, from Paskal Parady, the Empress of the Moon and guardian of all kirin magic, to Karlok, a quirky kirin telepath, to the many kirin “ilon”—creatures under kirins’ magical influence—including ravens, grizzly bears, otters, swans, and Elflor, the introspective moose (this is Alaska, after all).

Will you be writing more books about the Kirins, or a different subject? 

At age 83, my writing days might be over—although you never know! But more importantly, many story lines in my books are left open, and it has crossed my mind numerous times that I would happily welcome other authors to take up the mantle and produce further tales based on my work, taking kirins to heights and depths they, and I, have never dreamed of. Writing this tale has truly been a labor of love.

What do you like to read and have any authors influenced you? 

In my earlier days I was an avid reader of J.R.R. Tolkien, Arthur C. Clarke, and C.S. Lewis. Perhaps they influenced me to write a story set in today’s world.

If Kirins could be made into a film, would you prefer live action or animation, and who would direct it? 

I’m not much of a movie buff, but my son thinks either live action or animation would work well. Live action, perhaps with life-like, computer-generated kirins, would emphasize that the story takes place in today’s world and bring vivid realism to the kirins’ astounding civilization just beyond our human senses. Animation would work well, too, since the story is great for kids and young adults and is a good vehicle for creative stylistic interpretation. As for directors, Peter Jackson would be incredible, of course, because of his ability to bring weight and pathos to fantasy films such as the Lord of the Rings trilogy, in addition to his breathtaking visuals, masterful storytelling, and riveting action scenes. If it were an animation, the vision and artistry of a company like Laika—which has made wonderful stop-motion films like Coraline, ParaNorman, and Kubo—would be perfect for the kirins.

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About James Priest:


James D. Priest, M.D., majored in English at Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota. He studied English in the masters program and received a Doctor of Medicine degree at the University of Minnesota. He spent three years in Japan as a physician in the Army of the United States caring for casualties from Vietnam, and four years in orthopedic residency at Stanford University. He practiced orthopedics in Minneapolis for twenty-one years. He has authored or co-authored approximately thirty medical articles, and received the Minnesota Medicine Outstanding Writing Award.

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Monday, October 7, 2019

Rites of Passage by Cora Buhlert

Re-release date: September 30, 2019
Subgenre: Epic fantasy

 About Rites of Passage:

 

Philon, heir to a pirate empire, is determined to take a wife. And not just any wife either. No, he has set his eyes on Arianna Delora, a green-eyed beauty with a tongue as swift as her blade. Unfortunately, Arianna also happens to be the only child of his father's mortal enemy, but such details do not deter Philon.

Tonight, Arianna is supposed to undertake the sacred ritual that will turn her from a girl into a woman. This ritual is the most important night of her life, but Arianna is uncertain. She enjoys the free life of a pirate and she does not want to give it up for the so-called joys of womanhood. Nor is she thrilled when Philon, son of her father's sworn enemy, suddenly shows up at the ritual, babbling about making her his wife.

This is a short story of 4800 words or approx. 16 print pages.

 

Excerpt:

 

Parla, the dusty orange moon, was hanging low in the afternoon sky. He and his mate Jopla, the pale silver satellite, were the revered gods of this world. They were the movers of the sea, the bringers of the tide, the parents of all people.
Tiro, boatmaster to the pirates of Tasso, looked up. Lord Parla would sink early today, never even showing his full splendor in the dark sky. The night was to be ruled by Lady Jopla alone, bathing the world in her silvery light.
A motion caught Tiro’s eye. A motion where there was supposed to be none. Something or someone was moving among the boats. Tiro’s hand tightened on the grip of his sword as he moved to investigate. As soundlessly as possible he followed the shadow that was moving around between the between the boats and confronted the intruder. Tiro drew his sword. “Who there?” he bellowed.
The shadow turned around and stepped into the light. Now Tiro saw that it was no intruder at all, but Philon, seventeen years, hotheaded and the son of the leader of the pirates of Tasso.
“Tiro, man, you startled me,” Philon complained.
“That is my duty,” Tiro said gravely, “What are you doing here, Philon?”
“I need a boat. Tonight.”
“What for?”
Philon smiled. “That’s private,” he said.
“I cannot let you have a boat, unless you tell me where you want to sail,” Tiro insisted, “Your father’s orders.”
Philon sighed. “Sarava.”
“And what would you want in Sarava? They are our enemies.”
“I have not forgotten.”
“Then what do you want there? Steal their treasures?”
“Just one treasure. The most precious one they have.”
“And what treasure would that be?” Tiro wanted to know. From the way the boy behaved, he suspected that there was something else behind this than just a simple raid, even if it was a raid on Sarava, whose people, pirates as well, were the sworn enemies of Tasso.
“That’s none of your business,” Philon snapped.
So Tiro had been right. “Nevertheless, you will have to tell me, if you want a boat.” Tiro was acting above his station and he knew it. It was not his place to question the boy. Philon was the Captain’s son and his heir to be. Upon a single word of his father he could have all the boats he wanted and Tiro could not do a thing about it. However, Tiro was certain that Philon’s father had no idea what his son was up to and that he would not approve if he found out. Therefore, Tiro would do all he could to discover Philon’s plans and if necessary prevent them.
“So if you must know", Philon said, “Tonight I am going to take a wife. That’s what I need the boat for."
The Captain would most certainly not approve of this.
Tiro turned to the boy. “Parla has scarcely twice returned, since you undertook the ritual of manhood, and you already have a mind to take yourself a wife. And a woman from Sarava at that. As if there were no women here that could excite a man’s fancy.”
“No woman like the one I have set my sights on.”
Tiro eyed the boy speculatively, wondering how long it would take to wrest the secret of his sweetheart from him. “You want to tell me more about her?”
Philon hesitated. “I will,” he finally said, “if you won’t tell my father. Swear to me, Tiro, that you won’t tell him.”
Tiro swore, though he had little intention to keep that particular oath. His first duty was to Philon’s father. Should the boy (although he had undertaken the ritual of manhood, Tiro could not think of him any other way) plan some folly because of the pretty eyes of a Sarava girl, Tiro would of course report it to the Captain. Besides, Philon should know that one should never trust a pirate’s oath.
“So listen,” Philon said, eyes gleaming in anticipation, “Tonight Jopla will cast her silvery eyes upon the sacred terrace at Sarava, where Arianna Delora will undertake the ritual of womanhood on this very night.”
Tiro had withstood many a storm in his time, but Philon’s confession nearly knocked him off his feet. “Arianna Delora? That’s the one you want? Are you mad, boy?”
“Not at all. And I am not a boy anymore.”

 

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About Cora Buhlert:

Cora Buhlert was born and bred in North Germany, where she still lives today – after time spent in London, Singapore, Rotterdam and Mississippi. Cora holds an MA degree in English from the University of Bremen and is currently working towards her PhD. 

Cora has been writing, since she was a teenager, and has published stories, articles and poetry in various international magazines. She is the author of the Silencer series of pulp style thrillers, the Shattered Empire space opera series, the In Love and War science fiction romance series, the Helen Shepherd Mysteries and plenty of standalone stories in multiple genres.

When Cora is not writing, she works as a translator and teacher. She also runs the Speculative Fiction Showcase and the Indie Crime Scene and contributes to the Hugo-nominated fanzine Galactic Journey.

 

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Monday, May 14, 2018

House of Sighs by Aaron Dries

Release date: May 11, 2018
Subgenre: Horror

About House of Sighs:

 

Board for free. But the cost might be your life.

“This taut, grisly thriller reads like a sick and twisted extreme horror SPEED. You don’t know who, if anybody, will make it. Catch this bus at your own risk.” – Eric Red, The Hitcher and Near Dark

In House of Sighs, Local bus driver, Liz Frost, pulls the gun from her mouth and decides to live with her loneliness for one more day. She dresses, combs her hair, and goes to work. Nine souls board her route that fateful morning in rural Australia, nine souls who Liz drags back to her home against their will. She wants to build a new family from these passengers, men and women who are willing to kill to avoid becoming her kin. The bus leaves a trail of carnage in its wake as it rockets towards a house that has held its secrets for far too long, a place where crows now gather, ready to feed on whatever is left behind.

This award-winning, psychological experience is back in print, and includes the exclusive sequel The Sound of his Bones Breaking, a novella that will leave you leave you truly shaken.

“Prepare to be blown away.” – Dread Central

Includes the sequel novella The Sound of his Bones Breaking:

Trauma has teeth. Big ones. And it’s always hungry for seconds.


Aiden and Danny down their beers in the open bar overlooking the road, legs brushing together, about as far as they let their public displays of affection go in that part of Australia. The warm breeze and pounding music—their last happy memory. Everything changes when the taxi pulls up and its drunken driver stumbles out, starting a street brawl that leaves Danny broken and bleeding on the ground. In an attempt to give his lover the space he needs to heal, Aiden accepts an employment opportunity in Thailand, and the two men set off overseas, their fates sealed air-tight within the confines of the airplane. But in the claustrophobic hush of their tiny Bangkok apartment, and while Aiden goes off to work, instead of mending, Danny’s old scars begin to sing.

The lonely walks. The woman cooking bones in a vat of broth, whispering at him to eat the parts that hurt. The flies nobody but Danny can hear.

A burning desire to trace his heritage of hurt back to ground zero, and there, find someone to blame.

The Sound of his Bones Breaking 
is the dread-infused sequel to House of Sighs.

 

Excerpt:

 

Julia dipped low in her seat again, drawing a ragged breath. The driver hadn’t moved after all. It struck her as almost impossible that the woman could be both there and not there at the same time. Though then again, possibly not. Because when Julia closed her eyes, she could see the posters in her bedroom far away, could hear music crooning from the cassette player on her dresser.
Pulling something close to her chest, assuming it was one of her teddy bears. Only it wasn’t. The baby in her arms was a viscera-coated, half-dead creature clambering for breath.
She clenched her fists as hard as she could, refusing to resign to the worlds of hurt on either side of her blink. Two places at once, and neither of them safe.
“Look,” Jack started again, his voice like a shake in the dark. Julia didn’t know why she feared him so, yet fear him she did. She watched the way he held up his large strong hands, both as big as trashcan lids, and shivered. “I’ve got these. I can—” he mimed a kind of strangling, “—from behind.”
“And lose control of the bus, killing us all in the process?” Sarah tapped her forehead in a think, man gesture. “Not in this life, Jack. You grab her and she’ll jerk the wheel. We flip, who knows?”
“But if we all go at her together,” Jack said, cracking his knuckles.
“Kids, Jack. This is a bus of kids. Those guys up the front are terrified, and I don’t blame them. I’m scared, too. We’re not an army.”
“She’s right,” Diana said. “We wait. The driver will stop eventually and when she does she’ll let us go. It’s simple. Either that, or the police will come. Whichever happens first. A dead girl in the middle of the road doesn’t go unnoticed, you know. Not even in James-a-fuckin’-Bridge.”
“She has a gun, woman! What you think she’s gonna do when the police show? Jesus.”
“We should fight,” said a voice.
They turned to the speaker.
Julia.

 

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About Aaron Dries:

Author, artist, and filmmaker Aaron Dries was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. His novels include House of Sighs, The Fallen Boys, A Place for Sinners, and Where the Dead Go to Die, which he co-wrote with Mark Allan Gunnells. His short fiction and illustration work has been published world-wide. Feel free to drop him a line at www.aarondries.com. He won't bite. Much.

 

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Thursday, June 15, 2017

The Goddess's Choice (The Kronicles of Korthlundia, Book 1) by Jamie Marchant

Release date: April 28, 2017
Subgenre: Epic fantasy

 About The Goddess's Choice:

 

In a world where the corrupt church hides the truth about magic, the fate of the joined kingdom falls on the shoulders of two young people from opposite ends of the social hierarchy.

Crown Princess Samantha’s life begins to fall apart when she starts seeing strange colors around her potential suitors. She fears that she’s going insane--or worse that she’s defying the Goddess’s will. Robrek is a lowly farm boy with incredible magical powers. He has been biding his time waiting to get revenge on those who call him a demon.

Thrown together by chance, they must overcome their differences to fight their common enemy Duke Argblutal, who, with dark magic, is slowly poisoning the king’s mind and turning him against his own daughter. Time is running out for those chosen by the Goddess to prevent the power mad duke from usurping the throne and plunging the joined kingdoms into civil war.

Excerpt:

 

He returned to the horses, loaded the supplies on Wild Thing, and rode in silence to the abandoned stable. Robbie led the horse inside. When he lit the lantern he kept there, he let out a whistle of amazement. The horse was a bronze-colored mare that looked more like it was forged out of metal than living flesh! But the horse’s impossible color wasn’t the only thing that struck Robbie. Sores spotted the beast’s body; puss and blood oozed from under the saddle. The horse’s coat was matted with dried blood. Her ribs stood out in stark detail. How could anyone neglect a horse so badly? “Where could you have come from, girl?” Robbie could feel a wail building up inside the horse, so he hurried to take the armor and other equipment off her back, unsaddled her, and removed her harness.  
 “I don’t think you’re a demon. But I don’t know what you are. By the look of the armor you must have been some knight’s lady. But what happened to him? Sores like these don’t form overnight. If he’s still alive, he obviously doesn’t deserve a lady like you. So how about it? Will you be my lady?” He paused at the sound of his own words. Milady. “I had a lady once. For one day, that is. My brother didn’t approve—I’m sure he wouldn’t approve of you, either.” 

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About Jamie Marchant:

Jamie began writing stories about the man from Mars when she was six, and she never remembers wanting to be anything other than a writer. Everyone told her she needed a back up plan, so she pursued a Ph.D. in American literature, which she received in 1998. She started teaching writing and literature at Auburn University. One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, she realized she’d put her true passion on the backburner and neglected her muse. The literary article went in the trash, and she began the book that was to become her first novel. She writes about the fantastic . . . and the tortured soul. Her poor characters have hard lives. She lives in Auburn, Alabama, with her husband and four cats, which (or so she’s been told) officially makes her a cat lady. She still teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son. 
 

 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Feral (Palimpsest, Book 1) by P.J. Post

Release date: May 6, 2017
Subgenre: Post-apocalyptic YA

About Feral: 

 

He's just a teenager, hollow and lost, looking to keep the past buried, to forget. He surfs the backwash of the westward migration across a dead America; a war-torn desolation devoid of electricity, infrastructure and civilization. It has become a strange and unrecognizable land, rife with the worst of humanity. And his is a life without hope, equally dark and solitary.

Until he meets Feral.

Once was boy, selfish and directionless.

Now is love.

Now is reason.

Now is vengeance.

She is his vow, his purpose, and to save her, he'll murder the world.

Excerpt:



I hear the report of the rifle again just as the man hits the ground.
My eye is drawn back to the kid.  She’s a little girl.  Christ, she looks just like Lisa.  She drops to her knees, crying and freaking out, but she’s being quiet about it — she’s learned that much.  Based on the direction that the man and woman fell, I think she’s on the far side of the playhouse from the sniper, so she’s safe unless he…
I see the helmeted rifleman come into view as he walks past the ruins of the garage.  He’s Crayton alright.  He’s got a pistol in a holster hanging from his belt, a small knapsack slung over both shoulders and a long sniper rifle.
He must be going for the supplies of the two deaders out on the soccer field, but, thank God, from his angle he won’t be able to see the kid.
“Just stay put,” I whisper to her like she can hear me.
The panic in her eyes is hard to watch — the betrayal.
She looks back to the house and then to the soccer field in confusion.  And then she gets back on her feet.
She looks like she’s about to run.
“Oh, baby, don’t…” Feral cries softly.
And then the soldier stops and removes his helmet, cocks his head and listens.
He takes a step toward the playhouse and stops again.
He draws his pistol.
Shit.
He gently lowers his rifle to the ground and then takes the pistol in both hands, holding it up like they do in the movies.  He changes his path, walking in a broad circle as he moves cautiously toward the playhouse.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I’m not sure if I can make the shot from here.  I hope his ears are still ringing from the shots that brought down the parents of the year and won’t hear me.
Feral grabs my arm as I begin to slide out from under the stair stringer.  Her eyes say, be careful.
I quickly, but as noiselessly as possible, crawl out of our hiding place and then scurry on my hands and knees through the rubble to what’s left of the laundry room wall that’s still standing next to the garage.  I hiss at the pain from the small rocks, glass and splinters jabbing into my hands and knees.
I remember the woman on her hands and knees from this morning.
I’m almost there.
My mind clears and focuses — once more emotionless.
When I get to the wall, I stand up, peer around it and carefully take aim.
He’s still moving slowly, about fifteen feet away.  He hasn’t heard me yet.
I lean back under cover of the laundry room wall and slide my feet along the tiled floor.
And then the little girl starts crying, gasping with great shuddering sobs.


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About P.J. Post:

 

P.J. Post writes dark, character-driven coming of age stories. Palimpsest is an epic tale of apocalypse, survival and identity.