[LNHY/ACRA] The Daily Super Short-Short Story #46
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au
Mon Oct 25 16:53:03 PDT 2004
The Daily Super Short-Short Story #46
A Devil Came Down to Georgia 28
Last time: Martin couldn't find Delroy.
Lisa ran into Martin and pretended to be in shock. "Oh! Oh don't go
back there! It's horrible!"
"What?" said Martin. He glanced down the alley where she had come
from, even as he unthinkingly began to disengage her from clinging to
him. There was a shape lying under some rubble. He felt the particularly
unpleasant clenching of the stomach as dread took hold. "Uhm, look, just
wait here, okay?" he said absently and moved closer for a look. In
response Lisa put forth a chocked-back half sob.
The body was lying under some rubble, and seemed to be mangled. The
head was still intact though, and Martin recognised Delroy's features. He
gagged and turned away.
"Are you all right?" she asked, pale and trembling herself. "Oh,
you're not, are you?"
"I... He was a friend of mine..." he managed. He felt numb. Of all
the stupid things to happen.
She hugged him. "I'm sorry. It's a dreadful way to be killed."
"Yeah," he said, accepting the support she offered but not really
taking comfort from it. He felt horrible. If he hadn't dragged Del off to
mutant town this morning they wouldn't have been anywhere near here...
And then Exclamation!Master! wouldn't have had any helping in
stopping the Banjo Duelling kangaroos.
No, that was silly. Some other superhero would have turned up to
help. That was the way these things worked, wasn't it?
Eventually he realised that he had a beautiful woman snuggled against
him, resting her head against his shoulder. He felt vaguely that he should
prise her away against; accepting a hug from a stranger in times of stress
might be acceptable, but it should go on for too long. There were matters
of decorum to consider. Worse, these days people were so paranoid about
shows of affection, mistaking (or just taking) love for lust. He continued
to hold her; it felt right somehow.
In that golden moment he managed to forget Delroy. Managed to forget
everything except how happy he was to be in her arms. But even as he sank
deeper into a pink fuzziness, his attention was caught by a feeling of
wrongness. A growing feeling of wrongness. A sudden surge of panic and
alarm jolted him away from her.
"Are you all right?" she asked guilelessly.
He stared at her, feeling a fool. Obviously his paranoia about being
accused for sexual harassment was getting too him. He felt like you do when
you wake from a nightmare, and the harder you try to make sense of what was
so frightening, the less coherent those fears became. He began to stammer
out an apology, then stopped. The sense of certainty was becoming clearer
as he tried to make sense of his feelings, not less. Martin stared at her,
then demanded, "What are you?"
She grabbed him by the throat and hefted him up in (another) Byrne
Grip, then planted a tongue kiss in his mouth. Despite his sense of danger
and revulsion, he felt a surge of desire for her. "I am the one who's going
to bear your children."
Tomorrow: Another fight scene.
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used with belated permission.
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