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 [...]

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 [...]