Hurricane Junction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A storm brings a saviour to Hurricane Junction.



Part of a writing challenge I posted in the Imaginarium House. The idea was to use "it was a dark and stormy night" as your springboard and give it new life. If you fancy a go, join the house and
post your link in my thread :)

Submitted: May 16, 2018

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The wind lashed at my cheeks; mortals would nuzzle their chins into scarves, I glanced at my board shorts and flimsy sandals that made my toes ache. Three doors down I heard the screech of unoiled hinges and the empty clack of a loose shuttered door. A blast of stinging air sent the door whizzing past my ears and I ducked for cover. Splinters were not my friend. Leaves rolled along the road behind me and large gusts kidnapped them to the sky. Time to head to Hurricane Junction.

 

The space under the bridge looked gloomy tonight, a lonely brazier huddled in the shade somehow kept itself the alight. Several bedraggled men and women clung to it for warmth. I reached into my backpack.

Hey, Luis!” I yelled above the storm, as I waved the blanket I held for attention. Luis' pasty face made a limp smile. We hugged and then hastened to his cardboard home. “I brought soup too, how's things, man?” I handed him my Thermos.

 

Not good. I got… nothing left”, Luis panted. He hacked up half a lung into a crumbly tissue. “You smell it… right? What I got?” The sky boomed thunder behind me. My nose worked fine, but what to say?

 

Pneumonia. Fancy cold that's all”, I mumbled. Secondary to the real problem, the conversation continued in my mind. I gave him a pat on the shoulder.

 

“Uh huh.” Luis coughed again, then levelled his eyes at me. “Wanna try again?”

 

Words failed me and I picked at the stitching on my sandals. Luis knew he was dying, the least I could do was give him the truth. I hated this part.

I can help when you're ready.” I daren't look at him. “We have options.” Lightning ripped open the sky and illuminated a grinning Luis.

 

Do it, man. Rescue me,… like you did… with Mary-Beth.” His breathing sounded ragged but was it from exhaustion or excitement? The wind wrestled with my hair as I tried to figure it out. I did what needed to be done.

 

“You know you can't stay here, right?” I gave Luis a slap on the back. “Death won't touch you, but you aren't healed. You understand?” Luis muttered a “yes” whilst he examined his hands, he felt the change pulsing through him. I licked my incisors clean, he'd tasted minty. I lived for the exotic bloods these days, eternal life would be dull otherwise. Luis glanced up at me.

 

Thanks, man. I owe ya.” He jumped to his feet. “This man's an angel, an angel I tell ya!” Thunder belted from the heavens, once more. “Now I've got some saving to do myself”, Luis grinned. The bushes next to me buffeted backwards and forwards in the storm and the brazier lost its fight as Hurricane Junction gave in to the darkness.


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