This is the second installment of the first draft of a novel written by our old friend Terra Cognita. For the next little while it is our Sunday Serial. Terra welcomes all suggestions and feedback -- this is draft -- you can note them in the comments. Time, Place, Form, and Event Chapter 7 “Help!” I screamed. My voice was becoming hoarse. And Joan hadn’t moved since I’d begun “CPR.” Which seemed like an hour ago. I had to do something else. Like call an ambulance. “I’m gonna run for help.” I almost added, “Don’t move. Stay where you are.” I jumped up and dashed out of the room a … [Read more...]
