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NaNoWriMo - Chapter NineChapter Five
I looked around at where the taxi driver had dropped me. Luck had been very kind to me over the course of the last couple of hours, and I was curious to see if it was going to continue.
Here's hoping that if anyone was able to track my sim card, they would now be following the taxi I was just in, rather than me. If by chance the taxi driver was to remember that he had given a lift to me, after he eventually was to view the news footage and make the decision to speak to the police about giving me a lift, he would lead them here.
I couldn't stay in this spot for very long. Hell, I couldn't stay in any one spot for very long. Until this was all sorted out, I was going to need to keep moving.
Still, I needed a shower and I needed to rest. I had had the taxi driver drop me off in the seedier area of the town. I started walking north, keeping my head down as much as possible. That was another thing I wa
NaNoWriMo - Chapter EightChapter Four
I stared at the TV, not knowing what to think. Why was my photo there? Why was the news presenter saying that I had something to do with the bombing? I had been there before the bombing and after it; but that was all! I didn't do anything!
Blinking a couple of times, I left the TV to go and get my tea. I needed to think about this if the police thought that I was a prime suspect in the bombing then they must have their reasons. I thought hard about my actions during the day. I hadn't done anything that would cause suspicion to be placed on me, had I? I reeled off the days happenings one by one in my head. I'd gone to work; went to lunch with Michelle; started to walk back to work; the explosion had occurred well, the media was now saying that it was a bomb, so - I went back to the site of the explosion; tried to help; failed miserably; went back to work; ta
NaNoWriMo - Chapter SevenChapter D
David came rushing up to me. "Are you sure?" he asked me. I held out the device I was holding in my hands to him. "Sure looks that way," I replied. "This looks like a detonation device."
He peered at it intently. "I think you're right. We'll need to get the bomb squad to look at it more closely, but at least we know that we now have to look for bomb equipment too whilst we're searching through all this rubble."
He bagged the device and traipsed off towards our squad car, radioing the details of the find back to headquarters, where word would filter through to the bomb division. He passed Lara on the way through and gave her all of the details of the recent development.
I pursed my lips. I had hoped that this explosion was just a mistake, a gas explosion or something simple to explain. Unfortunately, it appeared that my hopes were to be dashed and things would become decidedly mo
NaNoWriMo - Chapter SixChapter C
"Argument?" I asked, my curiosity immediately piqued. "Who was arguing?"
The woman winced as the paramedic poked her just under the ribs. "I don't know, but it was a woman's voice. She was saying something really loud, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. And then there was a bang " she trailed off.
The paramedic looked at me. "She needs urgent attention. We need to get this thing off her now and get her to hospital."
I nodded. I got on my radio to ask how far we had gotten regarding getting some machinery for the slab. The response was not positive. "Any chance of using an airbag or something like that?" I asked both the paramedic and the disembodied voice at the other end of the radio. The paramedic looked down at the slab, carefully studying how the woman was trapped and said, "It's a possibility. If we can just raise the slab enough, we should be able
NaNoWriMo - Chapter FiveChapter B
Piling into the squad car, Lara started the engine. I sat in the front passenger seat, David in the back, immediately arranging things to look like a mini moving office. It was something that he always did when out on a call with us and having paper strewn about the back seat amongst folders of varying shapes and sizes seemed to work well for him in organising his thoughts about how to approach certain scenarios as well as keeping track of latest developments.
"Where exactly are we headed?" Lara asked David, as she exited the parking lot.
"Down this road, turn left at the T junction, and then right at the first set of traffic lights. Follow that road and it will lead you straight to the origin," David replied.
Sirens blaring, we followed his directions to the letter and quickly found ourselves on the main thoroughfare that the explosion had occurred on. There were people everywhere, most running away from the dust cloud that was des
NaNoWriMo - Chapter FourChapter A
"Rick, I can't believe you've only got a month left with us!" Lara exclaimed, as she sat opposite me in our little cubicle farm.
I smiled contentedly at her. I glanced at the calendar and sure enough, there was only a few more short weeks left before I was free. It sure had crept up on me.
"What do you think you'll do with all of that spare time you'll soon have?" she asked me.
"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of just being able to sleep past six in the morning," I grinned wickedly at her, knowing full well that she would have to continue getting up at horrible hours. She laughed at me, before throwing a scrunched up ball of note paper my way, which hit me on the head before coming to a rest next to my computer monitor.
"Just you wait and see, mister! You'll soon become so bored, you'll be begging to come back to this old grind," she giggled.
"I doubt it," I responded. "Kath has already got a list as long as h
NaNoWriMo - Chapter ThreeChapter Three
Bob peered at me, as he grabbed some paper towels. He placed them in the wash basin, before turning the hot tap on.
I fidgeted a little, knowing that he was going to get me to wash my bloodied hands. They looked worse than they actually were, but they still needed quick attention.
"You know you need to wash them. You're a mess," he admonished me as I pouted at him. He brought the towels to me and placed them in my hands. I grimaced as they stung, but I knew I needed to keep them there for as long as I could. Maybe if I could clear some of the blood, I could see what sort of damage had been done. I knew that I was going to at least need some band-aids to stem some of the blood flow and I was hoping desperately that that was all I required. I hated having my hands bound by anything. I gently wiped one hand, then the other.
"What happened?" he asked.
I looked up at him.
NaNoWriMo - Chapter TwoChapter Two
Sound began to filter through the nothingness. A ringing was pressing through my eardrums, no matter how much I tried to clamp my hands down on my ears. I gave up and let my hands drop to my lap as I sat there.
Everything around me was grey. The very air was visible in the strange after effects of whatever had just happened. I started to see people move towards and past me coated in dust; some bleeding; all visibly in shock.
A strange sense of purpose stirred within me as I sat on the sidewalk. I should get up and help somehow, shouldn't I? But would I know what to do? I worked in an office for Gods sake! I pushed paper for a living nothing that would help me now, surely?
But anything would have to better than just sitting here, wouldn't it?
I crawled over to the nearest building; not daring to trust my legs to hold me up just yet. I leaned against the wall and forcibly
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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