Donor: Part 11

Continued from Parts 1-10
Amanda glanced at the back seat. Michael’s face had some color back, and he took deep, even breaths. She looked back to the road before her. Although the rain had stopped, the pavement remained wet with puddles glaring in her headlights.
She double-checked the directions Doc had supplied before helping her stuff the [...]

Green Patches: Part 1 of 2

She carried green patches everywhere she went. My friends and I used to stare at her between classes, watching the slow roll of her hips, the sway of her waist-length hair. All she needed was a tie-dye shirt and open-toed sandals.
The strange thing about Lily was that she didn’t care what we thought. As far [...]

Donor: Part 10

Rig was cold. He opened his eyes as little as possible—just enough to get a clue to his whereabouts. A plastine bumper was parked inches from his face. Beyond the car was another, and, presumably, another.
It came to his fuzzed mind that the coldness had to do with the concrete upon which he’d been dumped. [...]

Donor: Part 9

Please see Parts 1-8 first. Thanks!

“Again?” Michael stiffened. “You’ve been involved with the Donor program?”
Amanda shot to her feet across the den. Terrible suspicions burst into his frayed thoughts. That she knew someone who was familiar with the program was a hell of a coincidence.
Doc straightened. The many wrinkles crisscrossing his face took on [...]

Donor: Part 8

Light suddenly shone on the sidewalk from a door that opened from one of the row homes.
“What’s going on out there?”
Amanda got a better look at Michael in the glow. Blood gushed from a new gash across his cheek, which was puffing to the size of a baseball. She pulled at his good arm. He [...]

Donor: Part 7

Please read Parts 1-6 first. Thanks!

“Where?” Amanda asked, eyes wide.
“Someone is hiding in the trees.” Michael stood, ignored his screaming muscles. “Pretend you haven’t noticed. We need to get out of here.”
He started walking toward her car. Guilt snagged at him, but getting her involved was too important. So many lives depended on telling the [...]

Donor: Part 6

…continued from Parts 1-5

Amanda eyed the park bench. The disheveled man sat in the middle. If she joined him, they’d be shoulder to shoulder. She remained standing.
“What’s the big scoop?”
He looked past her then around, like he was determining something. There was a wariness she couldn’t attribute to his impact with her car. A haunted [...]

Donor: Part 5

Note: This is, indeed, part of “Donor.” I decided to add some of the other side’s perspective. If this works, great. If not, I’ll scrap it.
I’ll have MUCH more tomorrow. It’s written but not typed. What?! Yes! I like to write with a real pencil and some real paper. Hey, I recycle!

Heavy rain pelted the [...]

Donor: Part 4

Please read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 first. Thanks!
The fragmented second of Michael’s landing felt like hours in which he was helpless to stop the inevitable. He hit the middle of the street tailbone first, rolled up his back to the back of his head, then flipped over like a rag doll.
Nerve endings [...]

Donor: Part 3

Please read Part 1 and Part 2 first!…
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Amanda’s cheeks stung with humiliation.
“I’m sorry miss, but I can’t allow you in.” The security guard looked over his shoulder, then lowered his voice for her ears only. “Off the record, I’d like to, but your boss called my boss. I don’t know what he has against you, [...]