The first 82 words
Rayelle tumbled out of the tenement doorway, sending the dented metal fire door around on its hinges and banging against the crumbling brick edifice. Streaks of blood trailed from her counterfeit Chinese combat boots, leaving red scuffs as she crunched on broken bones and discarded Wok Around the Block containers. A blast of chunky air infected with post-war carbon filaments made her cough in a key of a minor spasm. The Seattle night sky glowed orange from the fires in the north.
3 comments:
okay.
this makes me imagine rayelle to be among an even more dangerous world of post-war survivors who are made danferously furtive and predatory in defense to the horrors of the present. but see, that's just my imagination fired up by your first 82 words ;)
go on, it's looking good.
Oh thanks!
It's coming along. I still keep seeing glimpses about how it could be better. Need to cook it more tonight. Finger crossed on posting it somewhere soon.
This is Surfdork from Atrios:
John,
I like the "counterfit Chinese combat boots". 40 years ago who would have thought that "Made in Japan" would equal quality.
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