I thought I’d finish this later on Friday, but I didn’t. I even forgot to post it at all. I’m not going to bother to clean it up since I’ll just get caught up needlessly.
Skip the below and read this edit and extend instead: https://1000days.douglasblaine.com/20110327/more-of-an-arresting-sunset/
Thought I’d run with the portrait monitor scheme today as a fun change of pace. How does it look to you? I thought so.
“Hoy, Johnny. What’s up?”
Two Outies she didn’t recognize ascended the stairway behind him. The first was a slender woman with blonde hair, an earlink, and a bloodless complexion. The second was a man she didn’t—
—”Miss Venda? Miss Charming Abigail Venda?” the Outie woman asked.
Feeling a both crowded and alone on her small rooftop, Charming turned her attention to Young Johnny. All of Song called him Young Johnny because of his dad of course, but his official epithet was Deputy John Boonliang. It worried her she remembered that now.
Charming folded her arms across her chest and took small step back. Thinking it might dispell her unease and start the whole thing over, she meakly repeated her original greeting, “Hoy, Johnny. What’s up?”
“Charm—”
“—Miss Venda, can you tell us where your parents are?”
“What’s going on, Charma?” Nadia called out from her spot on the roof reminding Charming of the expansive rippling tin and aluminum rooftops behind her. She wanted to run; she wanted to dash away from Young Johnny, the man, and especially that woman.
had become a steep slope she might fall into. Though she wanted to back up, that ledge must be close.
“Yeah, Johnny. What’s going on?”
“Miss Venda, are your parents available?”
“My parents? No?” Charming
238 words on day 719