Death Series 08 - Death Blinks by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Author:Tamara Rose Blodgett [Blodgett, Tamara Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dystopian Fantasy
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2016-07-27T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Deegan

I scramble out of the holding cell and take a short climb of stairs two at a time. My eyes travel a long corridor devoid of people.

Old checkered vinyl tiles run like two-tone ugly diamonds of dull rust and cream down a path that gives no clue to the correct direction for escape. Weak sunlight stretches through sparkly glass windows.

Probably cleaned by bots. I shiver.

Sophie interrupts my search, “I see a restroom, and I'm going.”

I roll my eyes, but then remember that we're all on our periods, with no end in sight and only the supplies I grabbed from the prison.

Situated above the restroom door is the iconic symbol for women, glowing softly inside a small rectangle about the size of a supper plate.

I follow Sophie toward the restroom. Mom's at my heels, and Tiff brings up the rear. My hands are filled with the menstrual cleansers, and I can't hit the lever for the restroom.

Sophie sees me fumbling and pushes open the door. She steps aside, holding it open. When we're all through, Tiff turns the thumb bolt to the locked position.

“Holy crap, that was awful,” she comments. Her face is beat to a pulp. Her cheekbone is bruised, and one eye swollen half-shut. The visible slit of hazel iris is bright and pissed.

“Where are all the people?” I ask.

Mom looks at the solitary window. Textured glass obscures the view, and the light has grown dim since we came to the bathroom. “I imagine that the work day is through, and everyone's gone home.”

“That'd be a lucky slice of timing,” Tiff says, eyes traveling the generous-sized bathroom. There are six stalls, and like in our world, all the materials appear to be recycled.

Sophie is already at a sink basin, rummaging around in a screaming-hazard-orange handbag the size of a small suitcase. She sees us all staring. “What?”

I laugh.

Sophie raises her eyebrow above a perfectly aqua eye. “I never go anywhere without my purse.”

Even other worlds, apparently.

How did that purse make it through the blink? How does she still have it? My questions must show on my face.

She gives a delicate snort, excavating horrible clothes one at time from the cavernous handbag. Sophie also has a smaller purse attached to her denim belt loop. “I have everything we need right here.” Her voice is mildly triumphant.

“How come Brad and company didn't take that monstrosity?” Tiff asks, pointing to the ginormous handbag and giving the growing pile of clothes a suspicious review.

“They did, you sourpuss.”

Tiff folds her arms, ignoring Sophie for the moment. “I could use a shot of tequila right now.”

“That won't help us, Tiff,” Mom says logically.

“Don't give a shit.” Tiff slides a look my way. “Sorry about my potty mouth, Deegan. You're just gonna have to deal. I've been sober for about three seconds and feel like I just got jammed through a knothole then pulled back out.”

The visual's terrible. “That's okay, Aunt Tiff.”

“I hate feeling sharp,” she mutters.

Mom puts her hand on Tiff's shoulder. “We need you to be.

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