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| I don't know who owns the copyright on this, but it reminds me of my dark angel so copyright be hanged |
I still haven’t nailed a surname for
Curtis, but I’m getting warmer. What I have nailed is my first deleted
scene – five pages in and I’m already cutting up the content. This was actually
the second scene, but after writing the fourth, I see that it doesn’t work
given what happens later on. I like the piece, though, so I thought I’d put it
up here as a bit of a teaser. Cristal is walking home after experiencing some
powerful déjà vu and discovers that she has a shadow …
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Drawn off course, my eye
caught a shadowy movement across the street. The misty twilight made it hard to
identify features, but I recognized both his build and the contraction under my
ribs. Seized by unaccountable elation, I streaked toward him.
He tensed as I left the
curb. A car came from nowhere and would have—should have—hit me had I not
veered back the way I’d come. I stood on the sidewalk with my heart pounding so
hard that my vision shook. The near miss rattled me into shouting. “Are you
following me?”
“Just making sure you get
home okay,” he answered from his side of the street.
“Who are you?”
His grin glowed like a
night-blooming flower. “Your guardian angel.”
“I don’t have an angel.”
“Looks like you could use
one.”
“Are you applying?”
“What if I am?”
“You blew the interview
when that car almost hit me.”
“It didn’t hit you,
though, did it?”
I couldn’t believe it. I
was arguing about angels with a stranger. “What do you want?”
“I’m just making sure you
get home okay,” he repeated.
“I can make it from
here.”
“You’re sure?”
I waved an ambiguous
hand. “It’s not far.”
He nodded and rotated slowly on his
heel. The movement was so powerful, so eloquently graceful, that imagining
wings was easy. They’d be dark wings, I thought, and slender, black like his
hair, with a sapphire sheen in the moonlight. I watched him walk away and felt
myself begin to worry that he wasn’t joking.
