I didn’t post earlier this week, and I’m not waiting till the next posting day, so I’m double bad. Please excuse me, but–Finally! My short story mystery is published!
And now, an excerpt from Novel X, my main WIP. I’m up to 11,800 words on the second draft. It’s coming along.
Chris vaulted out of the enclosure and Jack handed his backpack to him before scrambling back over the fence. It rattled behind him as he trotted after Chris. After a few moments he opened his mouth to speak, but Chris raised his hand to stop him. He froze and his ears perked up at the approaching sound. Sirens. They must have tripped an unknown alarm.
He sped past Chris. He had never considered himself a runner, but maybe he could have gone to the Olympic races with this kind of motivation.
He stumbled as Chris grabbed his coat and jerked him backward. “Get in the ditch.”
They dove into a freshly dug utilities trench and lay in the bottom. The dirt was frozen in a bed of vertical crystals that crunched beneath Jack’s weight. His breath fogged over the cold ground. He shifted to his side and looked at the sky. A blue and red aurora filled the sky above him. Car doors slammed somewhere and he rolled into a tighter ball. It would be just his luck to be caught for something this worthless. That’s what came with rash decisions. Boots struck the pavement above them.
Jack watched Chris. His face displayed concentration and his finger was pressed against his earpiece. He met Jack’s gaze. “They’re not here for us. Go to the truck.”
Jack slowly raised his head on level with the asphalt. Officers churned by, guns raised. His heart was in his throat but he swallowed it back.
“Do your best to avoid attention and suspicion,” Chris advised from behind.
They crawled out of the ditch behind an electric pole. Jack brushed the dirt and ice from his jeans. They walked casually past the police. Jack kept his eye on them as he walked towards a black pickup truck parked at the curbside. The officers had surrounded a nearby warehouse. It’s walls were thick with graffiti and moss. Every window was broken and barred.
“Gang trouble,” Chris whispered in explanation as he got in the driver’s seat.
Jack tossed his backpack in the back seat of the crew cab and got in the front. His first action was to turn on the heat. “That was scary.”
Chris put the truck into gear and his mouth tilted up into a grin.
“Okay then, smile about it. You’ve obviously got thrill issues,” Jack complained.
Chris still smiled.
“How’d you know they weren’t there for us?”
Chris tapped his earpiece, “I seem old, but I still know the police codes.”
That’s all for now folks!