Recovering
“My bones are a thousand years old, and apparently my brain has taken up percussion lessons in my head. An hour and a half later, Bubba and I cruise through Pueblo, CO, the last refuge of civilization before I plunge into the sprawling backwoods of my town, Farewell.
I’m at a stoplight right next to the WalMart when my phone rings.
The hell?
Only three people on the planet have this number, Tarren, Maya, and Dr. Lee, and Maya’s the only one who ever uses it, sending me her endless Chuck Norris... texts and short mission updates.
She doesn’t call. Ever.
Could be a wrong number or a telemarketer, but in my world it’s more likely someone I love is bleeding…or worse. I pick up the call and nudge my way into the left turn lane, ignoring the honks as I swing Bubba into the WalMart parking lot. I’m pretty damn sure I don’t want to be on the road for this conversation.
“Yeah?” I say. My fingers tap on the wheel.
“We have a situation.” Tarren’s voice is cold and empty.MoreLess
I’m at a stoplight right next to the WalMart when my phone rings.
The hell?
Only three people on the planet have this number, Tarren, Maya, and Dr. Lee, and Maya’s the only one who ever uses it, sending me her endless Chuck Norris... texts and short mission updates.
She doesn’t call. Ever.
Could be a wrong number or a telemarketer, but in my world it’s more likely someone I love is bleeding…or worse. I pick up the call and nudge my way into the left turn lane, ignoring the honks as I swing Bubba into the WalMart parking lot. I’m pretty damn sure I don’t want to be on the road for this conversation.
“Yeah?” I say. My fingers tap on the wheel.
“We have a situation.” Tarren’s voice is cold and empty.MoreLess
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