Too much to do
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cornerofmadnessI got the winter casual clothes changed out and a quiz written. I have SO much work to do that finding time to nano isn't happening. I DID write pretty well this afternoon but the evening was a total wash. I got sick to my stomach (I know why, stupid stomach) so that sapped my will to live and create.
I also know that this story is going to want to be told in bits and pieces and not exactly in order. Fun. Not.
Have another taste of Xenolith
Father glanced at the slim pickings in Zvon’s cup, scooping up the coins. “This is all you’ve got? You need to look more pathetic, you sniveling brat.”
Zvon barely got his arm between his gut and Father’s first kick. His boot glanced off Zvon’s stump sending fire lancing up the remains of his arm. Fists and boots flew at him so fast and hard all Zvon could do was curl into a ball and try to weather it.
“What are you doing?” A sharp voice rang out.
“None of your business, bitch. This is between me and my son,” Father growled, backing away.
Zvon levered himself up painfully using his stump for support, reaching out to stop his father before he hit whoever this woman was who’d come to his rescue. Through the tears of pain trickling down his cheeks, Zvon saw a tall woman standing her ground, not the least bit worried. Behind her stood the girl with the magical umbrella. Her mother – even blurry as his vision was between tears and a boot to the head, he could see the resemblance – flicked a hand at his father, and he flew backward, landing on his butt in the gutter, which streamed with rain water and mushy horse apples.
His father skittered back before scrambling to his feet. He balled his fists but the woman merely raised her hand again. He paled. “Mage bitch,” he hissed then pointed to Zvon. “You better come home with more than you have now, if you know what’s good for you.”
“I think you’d better leave,” the woman said.
Zvon gaped as his father ran off. The young girl knelt next to Zvon, touching his face.
“You’re hurt,” she said before glancing up at the tall woman. “Mom, can you help him?”
8131 / 50000 words. 16% done!
I also know that this story is going to want to be told in bits and pieces and not exactly in order. Fun. Not.
Have another taste of Xenolith
Father glanced at the slim pickings in Zvon’s cup, scooping up the coins. “This is all you’ve got? You need to look more pathetic, you sniveling brat.”
Zvon barely got his arm between his gut and Father’s first kick. His boot glanced off Zvon’s stump sending fire lancing up the remains of his arm. Fists and boots flew at him so fast and hard all Zvon could do was curl into a ball and try to weather it.
“What are you doing?” A sharp voice rang out.
“None of your business, bitch. This is between me and my son,” Father growled, backing away.
Zvon levered himself up painfully using his stump for support, reaching out to stop his father before he hit whoever this woman was who’d come to his rescue. Through the tears of pain trickling down his cheeks, Zvon saw a tall woman standing her ground, not the least bit worried. Behind her stood the girl with the magical umbrella. Her mother – even blurry as his vision was between tears and a boot to the head, he could see the resemblance – flicked a hand at his father, and he flew backward, landing on his butt in the gutter, which streamed with rain water and mushy horse apples.
His father skittered back before scrambling to his feet. He balled his fists but the woman merely raised her hand again. He paled. “Mage bitch,” he hissed then pointed to Zvon. “You better come home with more than you have now, if you know what’s good for you.”
“I think you’d better leave,” the woman said.
Zvon gaped as his father ran off. The young girl knelt next to Zvon, touching his face.
“You’re hurt,” she said before glancing up at the tall woman. “Mom, can you help him?”
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Date: 2018-11-04 08:25 am (UTC)Another great snippet. I hope you post the whole thing in the end!
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Date: 2018-11-04 05:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying it.