Never thought I’d be letting it go this long between entries. But as the days went by, I’d think “I’ll take care of it right after I finish this.” Well, it looks like there was always another “This” just around the corner. In order to get things up to speed here, I’m going to make sure I leave enough time for “That” also. I think I’ve been letting micro-blogging take too much away from maintaining my regular blog and that isn’t a good thing. Especially since I’ve just gotten the wind back in my sails after a time where I wasn’t writing.

We’ll go ahead and start with a little flash fiction I had written for a contest on a new site called Figment. I had to create a 400 word story and decided to write a little scene with two characters I had created a long time ago. Have a read and tell me if you like it:

“What were you thinking? Just ‘cause you wanted out you’d get out? Thought I’d taught you better.”

Dana slid closer to the counter she hid behind, trying her best to make as little sound as possible with her boots against the grimy tile floor. In another life she was sure the floor would’ve been gleaming, absolutely reeking of bleach and other cleaning products. Now, the kitchen floor was broken and stunk of mildew. She had to dial down the scent to keep the out of control fungus from overwhelming her.

She also smelled gun oil, bore cleaner, rotting wood, and of course that faintest wisp of lavender.

With all the junk Intelligence Division put into her, you’d think her olfactory processor would’ve picked up her perfume. No, of course not.

The sound of a guided round going supersonic broke her out of her introspection, and Dana dove from her improvised cover as the steel prep counter screamed behind her. She didn’t need to look back to see the metal confetti that had been her hiding place. Dana tasted the rust and depleted uranium from the cloud of nanobots which extended her range of senses.

Automagically, Dana’s body twisted while falling and she fired a couple of shots at Sister Blue. Her former mentor reacted in the same way Dana had and jumped behind a decrepit wood and marble bar. While to Dana it seemed like the other woman moved normally, the chunks of rock and splinters of wood hung in the air like dandelion seeds, suspended in a miraculous spray of entropy and decay, and betraying the hyper-speed of their dance.

Dana’s shoulder slapped against the tile. She felt a jab and long slice of something against her leg and her olfactory implants instantly identified iron and hemoglobin in the air, but she ignored the pain and focused on the reflected laughter of Blue.

“God damn, you’re good! I swear, makes me proud to know I helped nurture some of the gifts God gave ya.”

“Wasn’t there something about nuns not taking the Lord’s name in vain?”

“As long as it’s not a habit, I can get away with it. Confession’s good for the soul. Bullets, even better,” said Sister Blue.

This was gonna be a long night. Hopefully it didn’t end with a shot between the eyes.

Well, at least her’s.