Kiersten makes a face. “This game is vile. And I’m starving.” She’s sitting next to me on our basement sofa and shifts closer to nudge my knee with hers. Kiersten lives an hour away and doesn’t usually spend her Saturdays with us, but her girlfriend is teaching in Japan for six weeks and she’s at loose ends.
“Come on, pause your ridiculously buff alter ego and get some lunch with me.”
Friday’s Page 69 ~ WANDER: A Johnny Wander Travelogue Collection
“I’m real,” I said. “I swear to God. Do you want to see my driver’s license?”
“You’re one of them,” she said. Shestarted backing toward the door, fumbling around in her purse for something. “You broke the rules. You can’t do what you did.”
I walked toward her, my hands out, trying to calm her down.
“Don’t come any closer!”
At first she thought it was their eyes. The oldest photos had that old-timey stare thing going, but something was strange about the newer ones too. Then it hit her: the people weren’t looking at the camera. Or anything, maybe. They were staring into space. Almost like they looked… beyond. It was true in every picture, even though the photos clearly spanned decades. Opal found it unnverving.
When she drifts off, I lie there for ages, trying to get comfortable and failing. There’s a feeling of definite un-safety. Not exactly danger. Just un-safety. Something’s here, clicking through the pipes. It’s lurking in my temples, in my fingers. I can feel my shoulders start to tense, my joints engage. I’m used to this, I know what it means.
They said a lot about how the existence of such a young wizard was ‘unheard of’ and ‘shocking’. Then one of them said, ‘Gladys, give me my pills. I think I’m going to have a heart attack.’ He didn’t though, luckily,” said Faith. “Have a heart attack, I mean. Because Gladys DID give him his pills. But I don’t think I’ve seen the lot of them this excited since I took cake to the last council meeting. What was I saying?” Faith shook her head, braids whipping back and forth. “Phew. Their longwindedness is catching.”
Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics
Lucy’s delighted laugh gave Catherine so much pleasure she had to excuse herself from the room on the pretext of a missing skein of silk. It took fifteen minutes for her heart to stop racing, and a full half hour before she trusted her hands to be steady again.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Knights and Bikes: Rebel Bicycle Club
‘Onward!’ and ‘Follow me to glory!’ and ‘We ride for ever!’
All good battle cries, Demelza had to admit, and they certainly made their journey through the woods less frightening. She chekced the compass that she had stuck to her handlebars. They were still heading in, the right direction but she had a feeling she had forgotten something important.