8th part of the new weekly story. (First Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.
Mrs. Emily shuffled around the field she was going to be feeling this in the morning. Who was she kidding she was feeling the stiffness now and in the morning she wondered if she was going to be able to get out of bed. She looked over the field letting her eyes unfocused and letting herself see the aura surrounding the field.It was almost a consistent shade of green with the dissecting lines of power that crossed the earth here being a darker green than the ones that did not cross each other. When they had gotten here several hours ago the power lines were a dangerous black mixed with red. But after moving a few rocks the greens sheen started to raise to the surface. Brodie was moving a large rock the last few inches it needed to move. She watched him as he shoved the large rock a few more inches, stopped and then without any direction from her moved it one more inch dropping it into the proper spot.
Mrs. Emily waited a full minute then called out to him. “Why did you move it that last inch Brodie?”
The young man looked up taking his hands off his hips where he had been resting them, as if satisfied with his work. He shrugged as he answered. “I don’t really know it just felt as though it was the right place for it to be.” Then his tone changed. “Did I move it too far if so I can move it back.” He started to bend down.
Emily called out. “No no, stop it is perfectly placed.” She saw that he stopped and turned to face her with a confused look on his face. “I think you might have a knack for this.”
“I don’t even really know what we are doing here.” He said confused.
“Well I don’t have time to explain right now but I promise you when we have finished we and I am feeling rested I will explain it to you fully.”
Brodie luckily did not ask any more questions and came and helped Emily place three more rock in their proper orientation when that was done she motioned for him to be still for a moment and looked over their work. Now the power lines that crossed here glowed a bright brilliant green with a very pleasant coolness that invoked in her thoughts of a living forest or jungle. She smiled that was good, things should stay good here for while. “Give me your arm Brodie I feel a bit tired and I am very hungry.”
Brodie complied and helped her start shuffling back towards the RV which had been parked alongside the road the last several hours. The High Pilgrim had produced a folder chair from inside the vehicle and sat meditating most of the day. Brodie had looked over and asked if he was meditating why was he not sitting cross legged on the ground. Emily had laughed and answered. “You watch too many movies, why should the position of the body have anything to do with the tranquility and peacefulness of one’s brain.”
“But arent they supposed to have the whole mind over matter thing going on?”
Emily shook her head. “To many movies, to much Hollywood Brodie.”
They had another hundred or so yards to cross when Emily heard the vehicle coming down the road. Correction she felt the malevolence coming from the vehicle a few moments before she heard it. Then she saw the dark four door sedan moving slowly but steadily towards the RV and she knew without a doubt their was three memembers of the opposition in that vehicle.
“Brodie we must stop here.”
“Are you feeling alright?” He faced her and reached for her wrist to check her pulse.
Emily shook her head and turned her hand over grabbing his and used both their hands to point to the dark sedan that had pulled to the rear of the RV.
Brodie looked where she was pointing and then dropped her hand. “Do they have dogs?”
Emily used her hand that he had dropped and grabbed his face turning it so he was now looking at her. “No matter what happens don’t leave my side, and if for some reason we get separated do not leave this field until after sunrise tomorrow.”
Brodie’s mouth was open but no sound was coming out.
“Do you understand me, stay by my side and if we get separated do not leave this field until after sunrise tomorrow. Nod if you understand me.”
Brodie nodded weakly.
“Good.” Now that Brodie had instructions she turned back to the road.
Three figures were out of the car now, getting out of the passenger seat was a familiar figure.
“Mrs. Bartloski fancy meeting you out here.” The English accent of Mr. Webb came across the distance.
Emily just shook her head.
“Are you having vehicle trouble perhaps me and my associates can give you a lift somewhere?”
“Mr. Webb I know your organization is based on lies and deceptions but please do not insult our intelligence pretending to be someone you are not.”
The two associates looked at Mr. Webb who was clearly the one in charge and he directed them with quick hand motions. They went around the far side of the RV and stationed themselves in front of the vehicle with about twenty feet separating them from the hood of the vehicle. In the time it took for the two of them to move Mr. Webb removed his gloves and then his jacket he then unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest with what Emily figured from what she could see was a dragon tattoo.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Please don’t think you impress me with the mark of the dragon I have dealt with twenty dragons before breakfast and have dealt with seven spiders before lunch the same day.”
Webb frowned he must have read that story in whatever passed for their archives then he smiled. “You were a lot younger then, what was that about thirty years ago?” Webb asked.
Emily smiled back. “What do you think I have learned in thirty years?”
Webb sneered. “I guess you learned how to walk with two fake hips and how to deal with life without a gall bladder, you might have also perfected your brownie recipe I suppose.”
“My brownies are to die for.” She smiled. “Brodie get behind me.”
Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.
The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.
If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)
My Response: The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?