“I feel ridiculous.” I can hardly breathe in the all-black stealth attire he made me wear, and the temperature in the car grows warmer every second. “Can’t we at least crack a window? Maybe turn the AC on a tiny bit?”
“No. They’ll notice us.”
“There’s no one out here!” The summer night outside is completely quiet, and while the star-filled view of the sky is lovely, the landscape gives us little else to see in the dark.
“Yes there is. They’re out here, running some weird-ass experiments. I’m not crazy.” He looks at his watch. His leg taps, the nervous movement jostling the entire car. “It’s almost time. Just look.”
Though I’ve spent the better part of the last week denying his conspiracy theory about government experiments in the middle of nowhere, I humor him now. Squirming in my seat and re-adjusting my turtleneck in an attempt to breathe a little, I shift my attention to where he’s gesturing.
I can’t see much. The moon is barely a sliver, and he refuses to turn the car on until we have to go, so all my eyes pick up are vague shapes in the distance – some abandoned buildings, maybe a mountain?
A flash of light, a single bolt of lightning flares up from the ground, a spectral, deadly tree reaching into the sky. The image burns into my retinas. A sense of panic twists inside me.
“It means something, right? It has to!”
“We need to go. Now.”
I have a lot of work to do on my existing WIPs next year, so here’s hoping this one stands alone for a while so I don’t get too sidetracked.
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As always, think happy thoughts 🙂