I’m disappointed I missed a couple of days. Sunday, I was at the roller rink all day for my kiddo’s skate competition. Monday was another day of races, and when they were over, the weather had gone insane done here. I spent the evening watching flood warnings. I sat with my laptop for a while, but my brain couldn’t function.
It’s debatable whether my brain is functioning today. But I wrote a new scene anyway for what it’s worth. Mostly, I wrote out of a determination to write something before another day went by. So, should this novel ever see the light of day, I should say that this is slightly spoilery. But if this is ever published, you’ll probably have forgotten this by then. Right? Of course.
Happy Story-a-Day and thanks for reading!
Linnie didn’t ask her mother for permission to take the car. Her brother had fallen back asleep on his sofa, the TV on, some 70s horror flick accompanying his dreams at full volume. One thing she, her brother, and her mother had in common was an ability to sleep through the racket of the world’s end.
Linnie dressed quickly, and she found the car keys on the floor by the door. She almost always looked on the floor first since her mother seemed incapable of bothering with the hook on the wall above the light switch. Her mother only managed the hook if she were in a very good mood.
The apartment parking lot greeted Linnie with silence. An earlier light dusting of rain had left a damp sheen to the night. Linnie scanned her surroundings and judging them safe, dashed to the car. As she feared, the gas gauge neared E. Of course. Her mother lived on the edge of empty.
While Linnie drove, she contemplated what bee had gotten caught in Deva’s bonnet. In spite of the directive to hurry, Deva hadn’t sounded panicked. She’d sounded determined. Linnie knew that sound well. More than anything, she hoped Deva’s late night impulse had nothing to do with Hutton Redge.
But with every mile that went by, she failed to find any other reason. Damn him. She smacked the steering wheel. Dying like the fool he was. She’d whipped up so much hatred for him, and now she’d have to be sorry and feel sympathy and hear the school talk about grief counselors and be lectured on lake safety. Already in homeroom that morning, she had to read and sign a list of facts about drowning. Not to mention the upcoming school assembly to talk about the recent deaths.
The thought of it made Linnie want hit her head against the steering wheel. Who was going to listen to the administration lecture about making better choices? Everyone was whispering about the real reason Hutton was dead, and it had little to do with his missing out on the drowning myths fact sheet.
Linnie cut the headlights and parked across the street from Deva’s house. She waited for Deva to come out of the house. Hutton’s death, she reassured herself, was just a coincidence. Her friend didn’t really have the power to curse anyone.
She smacked the steering again. Damn it. Believing the rumors wasn’t going to do anyone any good. But a few minutes later when, Deva emerged from the house, dressed all in black, her black army boots untied, Linnie flinched. Who else had her friend cursed? She shook her head. “Curses aren’t real,” she whispered to herself and reached over to unlock the car door.