Another Furious Fiction Rejection
Furious Fiction April 2019
500 words Maximum
Must contain these three quotes:
- “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”
- “He’s never done anything like this before.”
- “What’s it going to be then, eh?”
“He’s never done anything like this before,” Skasda said, hovering over the cascading folders fanning across her desk. Her eyes darted from page to page, searching for something, anything she may have missed before that would give her a hint of where he could be.
“Try calling him again,” Clemends said from the door of her office.
“He’s destroyed his sim card,” she said. “We can’t even trace his last location let alone call him.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I already tried pinging his phone.” She didn’t look up as she spoke. Instead, she turned to her computer and refreshed her email for the thousandth time. Every time she clicked the button she said a silent prayer to any and every God she’d ever heard of.
“You know him better than anyone,” Clemonds said and advanced further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Think. Where would he go?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be sitting here wasting time over old paperwork.”
“We need to find him.”
“I know that,” she said.
“We can’t have a rogue security agent out in the field,” he said. Anger sliced through his words … and something else. Smugness, maybe.
“I know that too,” she said. She looked up at him then and saw it on his face.
He was smug. His body language wasn’t worried, or even anxious.
He was downright pleased with himself.
“You two have always been close,” Clemonds said sitting down across from her.
She ground her teeth and fought to keep her voice steady and body relaxed.
“We’ve been partners for years,” she said flatly.
“After working together for so long, one could understand the misguided loyalty of taking his side over the truth. Over the bureau. ” Clemonds said.
Whatever reaction he wanted to get out of her, she made sure he didn’t get shit.
“So what’s it going to be then, eh?” He asked. “Your position at this agency, or your loyalty to Wu?”
From the corner of her eye, she saw the bold text of an unread email appear in her inbox. She didn’t take her gaze away from his smug face.
“As soon as I find anything that can lead us to him,” she said. “You’ll be the first to know.”
He nodded and stood, towering over her, looking down at her.
“You see that you do,” he said and buttoned his suit jacket.
As soon as her office door closed behind him she turned to her computer screen, but not too quickly. She almost didn’t want to look.
It was a message from Solomon, with an image attachment.
It opened across her monitor and her eyes couldn’t make sense of it.
She just stared, not believing what she saw. Not understanding. The longer she looked, the harder it became to discern.
His message made her blood run cold.
[It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. We cannot let them have it.]
JLRose is an American fantasy writer, 3D artist and game designer living in Melbourne, Australia. She’s spent the past three years working on the first full-length book of The Galean Universe and has released the first short story of The Lockwood Series.