Where the Ships Die
“Babikir Badri Sudanese scholar Circa 1900 The Planet Mechnos The impact sent a jolt through Natalie's body. She grabbed for the wrought iron rail, missed, and grabbed again. The steel felt cool under her hands. It took every bit of her strength to pull herself up. A voice ordered her to stop. She ignored the impulse to look back over her shoulder, swung her legs over the rail, and stood on the balcony. The sliding glass door was locked. She swore, shook the handle, and tried again. Should she break the glass, and risk a cut? Or try another balcony? The second choice seemed best.
Natalie climbed over the rail and knelt on the narrow strip of duracrete. Then, having secured a grip on the lower part of the rail, she dangled over the edge.
In the meantime, the man named Shank, still carrying the head named Johnson, stood on what had been her balcony and hurled obscenities in her direction.
Natalie, determined to escape, forced herself to ignore them. Concrete pressed on the inner surface... of her arm.MoreLess
Natalie climbed over the rail and knelt on the narrow strip of duracrete. Then, having secured a grip on the lower part of the rail, she dangled over the edge.
In the meantime, the man named Shank, still carrying the head named Johnson, stood on what had been her balcony and hurled obscenities in her direction.
Natalie, determined to escape, forced herself to ignore them. Concrete pressed on the inner surface... of her arm.MoreLess
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