Doc Sherwood
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The Flashback Starts
When I first met Jenny she was shorter than she was now, and her legs more milk-bottly. She still had the same straight fair hair though, and glasses, and a younger version of the same pensive little face I knew. And oh, she smelled sweet! She used to go a bit overboard on the perfume, so that walking home from school I could smell her even when she was quite a distance ahead of me. The whole road would be sweet with Jenny, in more ways that one.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Two
“Mini-Flash Robin. Would you rather I wrote it on that bit of wall beside you, instead of the blackboard?” Neetra taught that class once or twice a week, as everyone had to do a little filling-in with several of Nottingham’s senior players away on Joe’s business-trip. It wasn’t as if Mini-Flash Robin was even that bad a student, but lately all Neetra had seen of him was the back of his head. As soon as she said his name he whirled round, looking flushed and flurried. Tearing his gaze from that garment on its peg seemed to take more out of him every time.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Three
Next heartbeat a burst of yellow light brought Neetra to the last destination Scientooth would likely have expected. It was one of her favourite places in Nottingham, and she regretted there was no time to enjoy it properly now. On the other hand she was lucky Joe was away, because that meant she’d been planning to do so and had already set the room up in readiness.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Four
So much for swine. But speaking of sending people out of the country, Neetra had ground to make up. She and Mini-Flash Juniper faced each other over a strip of shore. The miracle of Neetra’s magic mud was that after working its wonders it slipped from skin without leaving so much as a smudge, so she was clean as could be and smelled great for her interview even if it was the first one she’d officiated thus. Her interviewee however seemed to have taken one look at the panel and started getting ready herself. The boots were already off, and the tunic was next. Less than a minute ago Neetra would have thought her job done, because Mini-Flash Juniper was preparing to leave.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Two
The restaurant’s back-exit let onto an alley with two mouths. While most of the Mini-Flashes went out front to scare Petunia and Dacks in that direction, the remainder waited in their parked cars and covered both escape-routes. At one end of the alleyway brooded Mini-Flash Meteor, and at the other sat Mini-Flash Bobbypins with 4-H-N. Bobbypins had in an understated way been quite insistent about this arrangement, and it wasn’t long at all before she revealed why.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Three
Beneath the conurbation ran a sombre pillared labyrinth where the oldest buildings’ foundations were found. Into its echoes and half-light Plunder Dacks and Petunia had fled, fearing to stay on the street. Eerie noises making their way to them through the cavernous subterrania reminded both that even down here they might not be alone for long.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Four
Since going undercover among the Mini-Flashes 4-H-N had kept up the illusion by conscientiously attending class, so knew right away which standard Flash Club search-pattern the gang would be using. She also knew Petunia was no trained field-operative. Bobbypins and the others would drive her upward, as was proper practice for targets unable to fly, and given the direction she took off in and how much time had elapsed it was easy enough for 4-H-N to home in on where her peachy quarry was most likely to put in a reappearance. Sure enough, before long she spied the familiar flippy head. Jumping with both hands outstretched 4-H-N clutched Petunia by the sweater and span her round, so that she stumbled to a stop and they were staring at each other.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter One
Petunia moved through the pretty evening glow, companionably hand-in-hand with a boy wearing nothing but inch-thick rubber pants. Male Mini-Flashes suddenly mindful of the underwear beneath their own tunics stopped to watch as she and her escort’s considerably more industrial ones sailed by the lit-up shops. Those observers already teetering over taking a trip to Nottingham might have been tempted out of their last-minute doubts by the bobbing of Petunia’s silky violet flip-up tips or the flouncy bounce of her hemline, not to mention such motion as belonged to the tight snowy sweater between. Others however argued an oath to The Flash Club meant more than six saccharine songs, and would have appreciated it if certain girls put their petticoats to their proper use and weren’t quite so public about allegiances. It seemed no matter which side Mini-Flashes stood on interpretations of The Four Heroes’ cause, there was something about Petunia that had all the boys bumbling to politics.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction