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Domino Effect, Chapter 24: Changed
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“I mean it, Lara. Someone turned out the light in you, and what’s left
doesn’t feel very human to me. I just wish I understood it, that’s
all.” She stubbed out her cigarette, finished her drink and started on
the next.
“You’re going to be too drunk to drive,” Lara observed coldly, her teeth clenched and Alice shrugged.
“Yeah, well, that’s why the ***** Gods invented taxicabs, I’m
thinkin’,” Alice smirked. She leaned back against the back of the
booth, lit another cigarette, and closed her eyes, feeling the vodka
and nicotine spreading warmth and a little fuzziness through her brain.
Lara looked at the woman who was once her friend, picked up her wine
glass and took a deep swallow. Just as she set down the glass, the
memory struck hard, her mind rewinding over the last weeks. Blurring
past the revenge, the pain, and coming to a screeching halt.
She’d finished her shift as a short order cook, a job she’d taken
out of rehab, one that wasn’t too demanding so she could focus on
recovering from her reintroduction to heroin, thanks to Susan, and
strolled out into the bright sunlight; a pleasant afternoon. Too
pleasant to be wasted on driving. She decided to walk home, through the
park, maybe sit by the little lake for a bit and watch the ducks.
The path descended sharply through several bends. She could hear the
slap, slap, slap of her shoes on the concrete pavers as she walked down
and around the lake, picking out a bench in the sun. She sat down,
leaned back and closed her eyes, basking in the warmth, listening to
the ducks quacking at one another, diving into the water, bobbing back
up.
She heard it first, before she saw anything. A distant faint tinny
sound, like a generator but not so smooth, a faint hitch in the organic
machinery. And then she smelled something in the air, metallic,
copperish, faintly electrical. She opened her eyes to narrow slits,
seeing nothing but the ducks on the water at first. But there weren’t
many, and they were all frantically swimming to shore and waddling up
the banks.
She opened her eyes fully and looked around, still not seeing much of
anything except there, a shimmering in the air over the water, the
way hot air sometimes shifted and wavered above an asphalt pavement.
Then colors, swirling thinly, green to blue, spectrum shifts back and
forth, with occasional brief flares of yellow, white, red. She had no
idea what she was seeing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them,
waited for her vision to clear.
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WOW
Looks like Susan may have to learn a painful lesson.