Two small children, ignorant of Liam's presence, stared at a muted television.
“Where the hell am I?”
The boy-child turned to him, trapping him in an emerald stare, and murmured, “Jila doesn’t allow swearing,” before turning back to the TV.
Jila looked up and shook her head, silently denying the claim before answering: “You’re in Truth.”
He glanced around, simpering nervously. “Not much to look at.”
"Usually isn't."
"I suppose I owe you for the rescue." Liam smiled. "How may I assist?"
Jila threw the rifle she'd been holding into his shaky grip.
"Help me shoot down some Angels."
[Disaster Tourism, pt. 1]
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i am a huge sucker for this type of take-for-grantedness; it really draws you in.
ReplyDeletewell played. evocative. beautifully done.
Oh goodness. Killing angels, how horrid. I love it! But I feel bad for Liam, he's been dropped into a situation he knows nothing about. I think.
ReplyDeletePoignant. :)
ReplyDeleteYou really do know how to pull in the audience. Especially how to end a segment to make everyone want more. Looking forward to the next one :)
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