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” on the Index page.

This is the end of this selection; I think for the next couple of Sundays I’ll try snippets from the newly revised first chapter of Rescue Operation. After that I’ll pull six sentences from other things — possibly from one of my published books, possibly a bit from something not published. And this has been very early (from Chapter 2) so Tod still has a large role to play.

Callan was no help, but Buck moved toward Tod, guessing what the younger boy intended.  Tammy stumbled into her captor, driving him toward Tod, and Tod managed to get his bound wrists over the man’s head, jerking back and around in an effort to choke the slaver while Tammy rolled under the cable and into the rocks and brush downhill from the road.

Run, he thought while he did his best to keep the slavers’ attention.  Then pain struck, even worse than one of his father’s beatings.

Keep fighting, keep their attention focused on him!  In the end, he passed out without even knowing whether Tammy had escaped.

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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, go to the index page (at the top) and click on “Six Sentence Sunday.” There you will find all of my SSS posts, listed by date and source.

Then [Tod] pricked up his ears as the conversation turned to getting them all into the transport.

Tod had hoped their captors would unfasten their shackles or at least release them from the cable, but it sounded like they planned to winch the whole cable into the transport.  The slavers’ concern was strictly over whether they’d all fit.  “We could take the girl in the flyer,” one of the men suggested, and Tod was instantly alert.  The best route to the flyer passed close to the cable, and yes, one of the smaller men was unfastening Tammy’s shackles from the cable and using a shoulder hold to push her along the cable toward Tod.

Tod shifted from side to side, trying to get slack in the cable.

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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.

[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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