The achy cramp in the middle of her feet let itself be known as Petra swiped her i.d. card to sign herself out of work. A good soak in Epsom salts would do nicely. However, there was that trek down the block to the bus stop to conquer. Other nurses, nurse aides, food service workers, [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Segment 13.1
Posted in 13 Episode Thirteen, tagged Blog Fiction, Carson/Fenton, James/LaChance on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Episode Twelve Re-Cap
Posted in 12 Episode Twelve, tagged Blog Fiction, Online Soap Opera, Re-cap on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Sydney discovers Wyatt’s grocery delivery service and hatches a scheme to use it to overcome the limitations of his restraining order. Peter’s interest is piqued by the way the Wycliff’s dry-cleaning store varies from the layout Monique gave him. Raisa notices that the Olmec bowl Sydney bought her is missing. Shauna Rae tries to forget [...]
Segment 12.10
Posted in 12 Episode Twelve, tagged Blog Fiction, Daniels, Sackett on September 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
At first, everything looked fuzzy. When it all came into focus, the floor seemed so close. A damp spot touched his face. It seemed he was lying on the floor. His head pounded and spun when he tried to lift it.
“You’ve been a busy bee, Mr. Daniels,” a woman’s voice informed him. It was certainly [...]
Segment 12.9
Posted in 12 Episode Twelve, tagged Blog Fiction, Garland/Kamil, Sackett on September 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Wikipedia…Google…none of the usual suspects yielded any information about “The Wycliff Fellowship.” Searching for Wycliff alone yielded nothing relevant. The foundation, its sprawling parent corporation, and the shadowy family that had created the entire empire proved invisible. Bobbi fought down the pang of unease tingling along her body and tried that urban legends site, just [...]
Segment 12.8
Posted in 12 Episode Twelve, tagged Blog Fiction, James/LaChance on September 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The meter on the cab spun into its final resting spot.
“Fifty-three twenty,” the driver barked.
“I can see that,” the passenger grunted. She dropped three twenties in his palm. “Still don’t know where Shoals Court Drive is?”
“Sorry, ma’am. It’s a big development. Every section has its own name. I ain’t studied the whole map.”
“Some cabbie. [...]