I also think I'm getting whatever stomach bug the hubby had, which does not amuse me. I would rather have a cold for a week than the stomach flu for twenty four hours. Insane right? I'm one of those people who can not stand throwing up. I never could. Even as a little kid. It's just so blech!
Anyways, moving on!
I have followed over a hundred of you! YAY I'm getting there! I promise! I really can't stand putting all those codes in so I follow about twenty or so people, wait a bit and follow more. I'll have you all followed in the end though!
I also hope to have my First Crusader's Challenge up tomorrow. I have to do some work first, but then it's all gravy baby! Then again I really shouldn't say that and jinx myself. >.<
I still don't know why my Crusader pic is being all stretchy. I've tried putting it on the sidebar ten different ways and it just stretches. I don't think it likes me very much.
Moving on to writing news.
Since it's Sunday and I like the idea of Sunday Scribbles, I'm going to put a bit of a story in this post. Nothing spectacular or great, but hey, the more I write, the better I get. So without further ado.
Route 4 - Part One
It started out as one of those days where despite the fact the sun was shining brightly overhead, the moon could be seen sitting across from it in the sky. It was as if the agents of night and day were at odds. They sat on opposite sides of the world facing off against each other.
Four in the afternoon was a late start in the day for most. I work the graveyard shift at the city morgue. I would be crawling into bed just as the sun was coming up to start a new day. I had a long way to go before then. My day was just beginning.
Standing on my front porch, a cup of coffee in my hand, I looked from the sun to the moon. A frown settled on my lips. My gaze kept flicking to and fro, wondering why they were once again at odds. Somehow, whenever they were battling over the sky, something odd was bound to take place. At least it always did for me.
The sun and the moon were feuding. Something wasn’t right in the world. Okay a lot wasn’t right in the world, but whenever I saw them in the sky together odd things happened. Goosebumps brushed over my skin, despite the warmth of the day. Shivering, I wandered back inside.
I dumped my coffee cup into the sink and rinsed it out, peeking out the window. After eyeing the sun and the moon for a moment again, I wandered off to the shower. As the hot spray of water washed away the remnants of sleep I thought about the last time the two had been feuding.
It had been a quiet night at the morgue. Only two bodies had come in. One was from a car accident. Cause of death was blunt force trauma. The other was a John Doe that had taken a bullet between the eyes. They were both pretty cut and dry. It was up to the police to figure out who the John Doe was. My only job was to find out how they had died and why.
I was transcribing my notes from the voice recorder to the computer. My assistant, George had gone home early. There was no sense in both of us staying on such a slow night. If things picked up I could always call him back, but it seemed doubtful.
George had a fiancé at home anyways. They were getting down to the final details and I didn’t want the bride to be calling the morgue all night having panic attacks because of some easily fixable problem. I prefer the quiet. It’s one of the reasons I chose to be a Medical Examiner. The dead don’t talk. At least not out loud.
I hadn’t heard anyone come in, but that wasn’t unusual. I tended to become completely engrossed in my work, often not noticing my surroundings.
“I’m not done with the report.” I didn’t bother to turn around. “I told the detective I’ll have it ready for him in the morning. It’s not morning.”
There was silence for a moment. The sound of feet shuffling for the door didn’t come. I really didn’t need or want a cop staring over my shoulder while I put the report together. I’d been doing this for five years now and my work was always meticulous. Having a shadow hovering over my shoulder was distracting and annoying.
“You can go now.” I snapped. “No reason to stay.”
“What is this place?”
I groaned. Apparently I’d been wrong. It wasn’t the cops waiting on the report. It was more than likely an Alzheimer’s patient that had snuck out from the geriatric ward and gotten lost. It happened from time to time. They were sneaky when they wanted to be.
Pressing pause on the voice recorder I swiveled around in my seat. There was a fake smile on my lips. I didn’t want to poor guy to think I was being rude. He was old and sick, and probably lost and scared. I may not like people much, but I wasn’t cruel about it.
I had been prepared to face an old man, confusion wide in his eyes. What I had not been expecting was for John Doe to be sitting up. The gaping hole that looked like a third eye in the middle of his forehead really should have prevented that.