Greetings, Weekend Writing Warriors! These are the next 10 sentences in my WIP about a boy who grew up in a medical facility and who makes his escape on a Railpod. Blagdan falls asleep, and dreams. (I have included the last two sentences of last week’s post for continuity.) A small boy is hiding in the ruins of a building, from a Mechanical. The last two lines from the preceding text:
You never got away from a Mechanical. Once you moved you were as good as dead.
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Against his most visceral of instincts, the boy lay face down across the crumbled doorjamb, and surrendered to the cold. His breath faded to the slightest flutter. His core temperature hovered and dropped to dangerously low.
The boy felt his spirit rise from his near corpse and soar to the sky.
There it was!
Swooping in, like the smallest sparrow, he circled the mechanical.
It was a Harvester and not a Terminator. The broad yellow stripes across its upper armature clearly marked its intent. So did the cage in its tow. There was already a rumpled crop, lying in an unconscious heap in one corner.
© Kim Magennis 2016
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