Story continued from Part 4 Chapter 5: New Bonds By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden When Maeve got back to her flat, it was dark. It had taken hours on the roll-on, roll-off ferry, then a fatiguing drive through heavy traffic. Her car too old to drive itself. How she was back, she wanted to call Brian, to hear his voice. He wouldn’t mind, but it wouldn’t be fair. He might be asleep already. It was late, and unlike her, he had work tomorrow. ...
Story continued from Part 5 Chapter 6: Drawing Closer By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden Maeve woke to the sound of the door buzzer. She jumped up and ran to the intercom. “Hello?” she said. “It’s me,” Brian said through the speaker. She buzzed him in, then remembered last night. Had it been a dream? She glanced down. No. She was wearing a t-shirt and what looked like a pair of shiny black-rubber panties. She tried to peel them off, but they were stuck fast. As she’d feared. The goo had picked a shape that seemed more like a result of intelligence than chance, and it looked bigger than before, much bigger. ...
She loved her Passion flower. Ever since she had seen the all but dead thing in a pot at the garden centre. She took pity on it, she planted it into her garden, fed it, gave it space to climb. Over the years it grew stronger, each year it grew more and more. Secateurs no longer tough enough to cut it back and the end of the season. Instead she had to attack it with a power saw. ...
Kelly Merrick closed her eyes and winced as Jill sprayed her hair into place, fluffing a bit. She wrinkled her nose at the odd smell of the hairspray, trying not to sneeze as that would add more fussing to the whole process. Finally though she felt Jill’s hands slip away and she tentatively opened her big blue eyes again. Jill smiled. “All done, Kelly,” the hairstylist- slash- make- up artist said as she reached in under Kelly’s light gray blouse and adjusted the tiny microphone clipped to the spaghetti strap of her tight, black tank top. Jill’s fingers were cool, and Kelly felt a quick shiver before the plump woman was satisfied and checked the lead wire running to the box hooked onto the back of her hip-hugging leather belt. “You look Mah-velous,” the woman said with a giggle, making certain that the receiver was securely affixed. “As always.” ...
It was a warm spring day. Very warm, the kind that reminded one of the heat of July and August, not late April which is was. The huge studio apartment had no A/C, so Sean and Freyr just stripped down to keep comfortable, not that either minded. They’d know each other over the ‘Net for many years and after much planning had finally met. That was the whole purpose of this afternoon; two old friends from the Internet had finally been able to meet and be with each other in-person. ...
I woke up when my bed hit the ground, to this day I’m not sure why I stay on it as it must have flown a great distance, but I did. The jolt shook me awake and I rolled out of bed, expecting to yell at either the downstairs or the upstairs neighbors, I wasn’t expecting to find myself outside in a pile of debris that use to be my apartment complex, and a good five hundred feet from where my bed room normally was. ...