Archive for November, 2007

Posted on November 28, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 50

“There,” Evajean said.

“What?”

“Over there. I think there’s a door.”

Elliot looked. A rectangle of bluish grey hung in the middle of a large blank of deep grey. An open door.

“I’ll go first,” he said.

“Okay,” Evajean said.

He worked his way over there, continuing to go slow, feeling for anything that’d make a lot of […]

Posted on November 20, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 49

Evajean screamed something, but he didn’t hear her. He couldn’t figure out what to do, couldn’t think of any way to get these damn crazies off the truck. So he drove. He kept his foot pressed all the way down on the gas, the truck accelerating, its frame shaking as it passed […]

Posted on November 11, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 48

He swung the door open, jumping out of its way, and then was running. He could hear Evajean behind him, her sneakers slapping the concrete. The truck was right there, parked just to the left of their room, between the white lines. But the crazies were right there as well and, as […]

Posted on November 6, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 47

“Did we bring the guns in?”

“No,” Evajean said.

“We left them in the truck?”

“I think so.”

“God dammit!” He pulled open the little cabinet built into the nightstand, the doors smacking against the bed frames, and felt around inside. All he got was a bible and a plasticky folder, probably of local ads and emergency […]

Posted on November 1, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 46

The dog had a can of tuna fish as well, and enjoyed it immensely.

After they’d eaten and prepared for bed as best they could—Evajean complaining about the lack of running water—they each took one of the two twins, crawled under the covers against the September chill, and tried to go to sleep.

But it didn’t happen, […]