I slowly traced the letter “L” in the thick wool carpet. I left her blood stain to help me keep my edge.
“Lily I can’t let go of this. I know you would want me to help”
I felt a tug was it sleep? a drug? pulling me down, down down…
A scream erupted the silence
I took off in a sprint into a darkening alley
that sucked me along
Further and further I ran
There’s a wall no way up, no way around.
Then I saw it an old rusty hinged door.
A dame screamed
blood splattered onto the backdrop of the fog
the door slowly opened
it was more like a portal to…
The bleeding woman was gone
the place seemed familiar
I hung on a ladder
no top and no bottom
just endless rungs.
I could taste the sepia tinged air
the haze burned my eyes
another scream reverberated in the ladder’s metal.
I knew this was not Newcago
it seemed wherever I go
someone needs help
I looked down,
I pulled my makeshift mask
taught against my face
“Climb I must”
Happy Tuesday. If you are visiting from the A to Z Challenge, I took the easy way out and took one of my two posts for Tuesday. I’m writing about elderly issues for most of the challenge.
NewCago is a noir, metropolitan area that is plagued with a string of bad guys and a deadly disease without a cure. (these stories written in 2013.) Sam (a private detective) seems to be the only one who can stay alive long enough to protect the citizens. How long can his luck last???