Archive for August, 2007
Posted on August 31, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 35
The man shrugged. “I’ll have to talk to Uncle Jeffry.”
Evajean said, “Okay, fine, you do that. But I want my dog.”
Shaking his head, the man walked away to help his friends tear apart furniture.
“What the hell was that?” Elliot said, when he was gone. “The crazies are out there. We’re not [...]
Posted on August 29, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 34
Elliot helped the men. He and several others ran through the church, grabbing desks and chairs and anything else they could find, and stacking their haul against the doors. While they did this, Jeffry and the women took the children in the back then began closing and fastening the shutters. From outside, [...]
Posted on August 26, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 33
“Look,” he continued, “we won’t even split up. Just stay right here, right next to me, and if it looks like they’re going to try anything funny, we’ll just take off into the woods. Worst that can happen is we run into some crazies but, then, that’s what we seem to have already [...]
Posted on August 23, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 32
He told her it was good and refreshing, and he wasn’t lying. In those few moments during which he could set his concerns aside and simply concentrate on picking vegetables or carrying firewood, the unencumbered nature of the work contrasted nicely with the heavy thinking that’d been his primary occupation since Callie got sick.
Cecilia [...]
Posted on August 21, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 31
Elliot shook his head. “They’ve been a mess,” he said, “and I was hoping you and your people could help us get back where we were headed. I don’t know if Evajean told you, but our car is back up by the main road. It slid down the hill and flipped over [...]
Posted on August 19, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 30
“I’ll stay here,” she said, bouncing the dog in her arms. “You’re going to pick a fight and I don’t want to be there.”
Elliot laughed. “I can behave.”
She looked at him, unconvinced.
“Really,” he said.
“Okay,” she said, “but I’m still going to stay here. Let me know what you unearth.”
Evajean took the dog [...]
Posted on August 15, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 29
“I’m sure you heard it wrong.”
“They killed people with shovels, Evajean.”
She sighed, loud and annoyed. “What did you want them to do?” she said. “Leave you there in that– was it a cave? In that cave?”
Elliot couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t getting it. Frustrated, he stood up and inspected the [...]
Posted on August 13, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 28
Later, when she hadn’t come to get him, he went to her. Evajean was sitting on the couch in the house’s living room, reading a fat, clothbound blue book. “It’s the Bible,” she said when he glanced at it. “All they have is this stuff.” She pointed at a little shelf [...]
Posted on August 11, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 27
“I’m sorry,” Elliot said to her. “For the men who were killed.”
“Honey,” she said, setting down her spoon and turning to give him her full attention, “those men died because the Lord felt it was their time. I’m just happy–we’re all happy–that they did it not by falling prey to the drink or [...]
Posted on August 6, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell
Part 26
They ate breakfast that morning at a long table parallel to the front of Nahom’s church, tightly packed with stools and folding chairs, each occupied by one of the town’s residents. Evajean and Elliot weren’t made to feel like outsiders, but they weren’t the center of attention, either. Rather, the atmosphere was comfortable [...]
