Six Sentence Sunday

It’s Sunday again, and I’m still posting consecutive bits from the second chapter of Rescue Operation (working title.) Tod’s the youngest of a group of teenaged “freedom fighters” who’ve been captured by slavers. To look at previous snippets, click “Six sentence Sunday” under the “Writing” tab.

[Tod] thought she had the better chance of getting away, and the last thing he wanted was for her to give up any chance she had by trying to rescue him.

She hesitated, studying her bonds, and then nodded slightly, reluctantly.

Their captors were talking now, discussing the weakened dam and how they’d reinforced it.  Something about being careful not to damage the infrastructure.  Worried about the dam, but not about the people?  That didn’t make sense to Tod.

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Six Sentence Sunday

It’s Sunday again, and I’m still posting consecutive bits from the second chapter of Rescue Operation (working title.) Tod’s the youngest of a group of teenaged “freedom fighters” who’ve been captured by slavers. To look at previous snippets, click “Six sentence Sunday” under the “Writing” tab.

At least not for him.

The twins had learned long since to split up when their father was after them, and to communicate their intentions to each other without words.  With luck, they could confuse their father to the point that they both got away, and at the worst, he had only one of them to abuse.  Tod didn’t think either of them had much of a chance, but he caught Tammy’s eye and gave the signal to split up.

She shook her head slightly.

He repeated the signal, more emphatic this time.

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Six Sentence Sunday

It’s Sunday again, and I’m still posting consecutive bits from the second chapter of Rescue Operation (working title.) Tod’s the youngest of a group of teenaged “freedom fighters” who’ve been captured by slavers. To look at previous snippets, click “Six sentence Sunday” under the “Writing” tab.

Callan’s voice was rising, joined by that of Tod’s older brother.  Stupid.  Neither father was there, and somehow Tod doubted that their captors would pay much attention if they were.  And while their own father might try to save the older boy if it wasn’t too much trouble, his only use for the twins was as unpaid labor or for something to beat on when he was drunk.  He didn’t think his own first thought, that he and Tammy might be too young to interest the slavers, was true.  Not after what the woman had said.

Like more? This book isn’t published yet, but two of Tod’s remote ancestors and a number of the other, non-aging characters are in Homecoming and Tourist Trap.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Back to Tod’s story from Rescue Operation. As you may remember, he has waked up to find himself handcuffed to a cable. The last snippet ended with the comment “That one’s a beauty–make a lovely catamite.”, which is part of the same paragraph.

“Can we get them all in the transport?”

She’d nodded toward Tod as she spoke.  Tod wasn’t sure what a catamite was, and he didn’t particularly want to find out.  He was on his feet now, as were most of the others, and he took a harder look at the cable.  He couldn’t get loose from the cable, and the cable looked solidly anchored inside the transport.  Tammy was fastened to the far end, just before a hook dug solidly into the ground.

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This is a continuation of last week’s snippet from Rescue Operation.

[Tod] watched as a flyer landed above the road and a couple of men got out and began picking their way down the slope toward the captives.

“Any trouble?” one of the men asked.

“Just sniveling,” the woman answered.  “I think they’re all awake, though.  Not a bad haul.  That one’s a beauty–make a lovely catamite.”

Next week is Christmas day and Six Sentence Sunday is taking a break. I’ll go ahead and post a snippet, but it will be a short excerpt from my published book, Homecoming, about Roi’s first experience of winter solstice holidays.

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This is from a WIP, Rescue Operation, and continues from last week.

“You just wait until my father finds out,” Callan blustered, and Tod exchanged a look with Tammy, whose eyes were now open.  As a general rule Callan’s father did “take care of things” for his son, even when the son had ruined a couple of girls’ lives by getting them pregnant.  Fat chance his father could help him out of this scrape!

There was a faint hum above them–a hum that would have been covered by the sound of his horse’s galloping hooves, Tod realized.  No wonder they’d been able to pick him off without his ever hearing them.  Tod hoped his horse was all right, but at least he hadn’t heard a horse screaming, and he was pretty sure he’d still been in earshot of the transport when he’d gone down.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hi, welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. This is from chapter 2 of a WIP, Rescue Operation, and is a continuation from last week.

He [Tod] hoped they had sense enough to hide.  He sure wasn’t going to give their captors any information, but he wasn’t convinced about the others.  Especially about his brother and Callan.

Tod looked back at his wrists, and began pulling carefully at the stuff holding them together.  Some kind of synthetic, he thought, but it didn’t give at all, to pulling or to his teeth, and it seemed to be molded to the cable.  He was trying to avoid attention, but the woman guarding them didn’t bother to look up, even when the others began coming around, struggling to their feet and shouting empty threats.

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Another snippet from Rescue Operation, continued from last week.

All were fastened to the cable, which ended near a bored-looking woman with a stunner and an odd-looking console.

A stunner.  Tod felt a little better about falling off a horse, but a lot worse about the future.  He glanced again along the line.  The other kids were beginning to stir, and he thought that all were alive.  None of the group that had worked on the landslide — they must have gotten away.

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Another snipped from Rescue Operation, continuing from last week.

He blinked stupidly at his wrists, and then lifted his head and looked along the cable. It took him a moment to take in the scope of the disaster.  Callan lay beside him, and beyond him were several of the group that had been working on the dam.  That end of the cable was attached to the transport, which was parked on a high spot well back from the slide.  When he turned his head, he saw the rest of the dam crew, including Buck and Tod’s older brother.  Beyond them was Tammy, her cheek raw.

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This is a continuation from last week’s snippet, from a WIP tentatively called Rescue Operation.

“Volunteers to set that up?”

What they hadn’t counted on was the Confederation communications system and that the slavers had full access to satellite images.  Tod figured that out later.  At the time he knew only that he had been racing back to the dam with news that the slide had stopped the transport.  The next thing he remembered he was lying on the ground, wrists fastened together and to a cable.  His hip and shoulder ached–he must have fallen off his horse, something he rarely did.

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