Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 57
Okay Okay Okay ... I shoulda known better.
How many times have YOU gone on a hike/picnic/kayaking/bicycling/ride in the country on a day when the forecast was bright and sunny and had tornados/hail/floods/snow ... ah yes... 8 to 10 inches of snow in July? Or sailing... ‘winds 5 to 10 knots’ and had the cups blow off the masthead anemometer? Twice for me.
For that matter ... driven across a cattleguard and immediately slid 30 feet before you could stop? When I dismounted and walked around checking for flat tires I grew 6 inches taller because the bentonite stuck to my boots.
The weatherman didn’t even apologise the next day ... or the day after that ... for a week? Sunday was forecast to be awful ... it was glorious.
Weatherman ... wrong 3 out of 5 and still employed.
Venting ... I feel better now.
Eventually, it stopped raining. Winter in south-central Texas.
<Heads up! Incoming!>
‘Hello Seven. Who is this?’
“Selene Dent ... Abby Austin ... Selene, Abby ... Abby, Selene ... Selene is a Flintkote. A Flintkote International Flintkote...”
I said, “Jesus girl ... what happened? You look like you were struck by lightning.”
Seven said, “Got it in one, kid. Lightning strike while drunk.”
“So?”
“Send or take her to Crossroads.”
“Can I even do that?”
“Tyche could. Have you tried?”
“No ... I don’t have a portal. JW does ... erm ... Surprise does ... I think. I suppose I could ask Junior.”
“What? Good gods ... what happened to you?” Junior noticed Abby.
She was still in her hospital gown ... what little was left of her posterior was exposed to perusal.
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