Archive for October, 2007

Posted on October 28, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 45

She was right. The truck, an ancient vehicle rubbed clean of paint, like a dust bowl relic too far east, was tucked into a wooden shack too small for anything else. A wooden door on metal slides had been pushed aside a couple of feet by Evajean, and they both had to put [...]

Posted on October 23, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 44

The two of them didn’t talk as they explored the town. Hope bounced along behind while Elliot and Evajean looked for anything that might help them get their stalled journey going again. A moderate rain had kicked up, extinguishing most of the fires beyond the still raging church. Elliot also had a [...]

Posted on October 17, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 43

“Him.” When Elliot looked at her, she added, “Hope’s a him.”

“Right,” Elliot said.

They were across the lawn and at the cottage’s front gate, Elliot in front and Evajean wrestling with the dog as she came up behind, when two things happened.

The first was that Evajean, her voice trembling, said, “Elliot, something’s wrong.”

He spun, terrified, [...]

Posted on October 16, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

The Locally Owned Business Fallacy

William Gibson had a new novel out. Because he’s one of a very short list of authors whose works I make a point of buying as soon as they’re released and because he was doing a reading at a bookstore in town that weekend, I forwent my usual Amazon purchase and turned to the [...]

Posted on October 15, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 42

They climbed the rest of the way and stood at the top of the hill, their legs and hands covered in mud and moss. The trees were dense here, the undergrowth thick, and with only the starlight, they weren’t able to see down the other side.

“Where do you want to go?” Elliot said.

“Where?”

“Pick a [...]

Posted on October 10, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 41

He stumbled forward, half running, more sure of his footing now because of the light coming from Evajean’s cupped hands. “Evajean,” he said, overwhelmed, “you’re okay. What happened? How–”

“Don’t shout,” she said, turning her attention back to her hands. “This is amazing, Elliot.” She added, “Where were you?”

“I went to [...]

Posted on October 8, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 40

He set her down. “I’m going to see if there’s a way out up ahead. That crack’s too high for climbing and I couldn’t carry you anyway. So you stay here and I’ll try to find a way to the surface.” She mumbled and was limp. She didn’t appear to [...]