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, [...]

Donor: Part 2

Michael watched his image flicker in the mirror. Shreve had promised more than forty-eight hours of use. When they split up in the city, the damn thing worked fine. Now, only thirty-six hours after their escape, the microprojector was failing. In a commuter restroom.
He only needed another hour to ensure he’d be reasonably safe. [...]

Donor: Part 1

Clack. Clack. Clack.
The light banks went out for the night, immense breakers tripping as ordered. Guards called their cell counts into the control tower, their short-range radios squawking into dim corners. Angry shouts echoed from behind thick steel doors.
Michael shrugged his blanket to the floor. Listening for uniform footsteps, he eased off his bunk. All [...]