The third 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 13 Her hands on her hips, Brenda stared down at Joan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said. “Jesus, fuckin, Christ.” I turned to Doug. “You never called an ambulance, did you?” “Why? You think we need one? You think some paramedic is gonna bring her back to life?” No. But they might have been able to revive h … [Read more...]
