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A Return to Grace
“I don’t think she's going to forgive us.” Bethany said. She twisted her fingers together, playing with her rings, the way she always did when she was nervous. The words had been rolling around in her head for the past hour, roiling and building to a pitch that she couldn’t hold any longer. They forced themselves from her lips now as she and her husband stepped into the baggage claims area of the bustling local airport. Crowds surged and pushed around them, and a steady buzz of conversation tried to bury her words. She rephrased them and asked this time, louder.“Do you think she’ll be mad at us?" she stared up, trying to catch Ruben's eyes.
They cowered together around their few meager possessions, she and her babies, praying for transport, praying for help, praying for Olek, praying, praying... There was nothing more to do. Tears pushed hard against the inside of her eyelids, stinging and forcing their way out, down her pale cheeks.
Where Fools Fly In
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. LIlion MaKruchen had never been one to put such ancient thought to the test but she could hear her heart screaming. She wondered if anyone else could, knowing that the fleeting thought was nonsense. And if there was one thingilLIlion not partake in, it was nonsense. Still, she could feel the strain in her face and breathing, in each step toward the fighter ship and in the tilt of her head.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, I thought, why scream. Either I’d ace the landing or I wouldn’t. And, besides, my comlink was still open. The last thing I wanted was for my fellow Warriors, my flight crew and… well, let’s face it… everyone in the entire fleet to hear my little girl, scared-for-my-life yelp as I landed. Or crashed.
The bed shook so hard that Mike Swayze rattled off its softness like an old car falling apart as it drove down a rutted road. “Earthquake!” he thought as he pulled himself off the hard tiles. From somewhere near by, an emergency siren was wailing like a banshee on meth. His heart beat savagely and he blinked sleep from his eyes, glad for the first time that Lisa had gone to Connecticut to visit her parents.
From nearby, a wolf howled.\ She didn’t know how long she’d been running, but it had to be a long time. Her feet, shod only in thin moccasins intended for indoor use, were throbbing and tattered. She could feel them slip in the blood pooling inside the flimsy footware. She wasn't prepared for this.