June 24, 2018
We had a slightly crazy week of weather. Lots of rain with storms blowing through quickly then the sun popping back out. I love to watch the storm clouds roll in.
Television this week was hit and miss. I got another episode of Mutant X in and I caught a couple of Blindspot episodes but didn't get to finish out the season before they yanked some of the episodes I hadn't seen. I'll have to finish up season three on DVD.
In Classic Who, I finished out the Key of Marinus episodes. Not a bad arc. I'll be starting the Aztecs this week.
Canal Road's third episode was excellent. I enjoyed seeing the group interaction in this episode. I have some thoughts about who killed Spence's wife. Just saying.
Caught a movie on Café Noir. It wasn't the best, but I've been writing some noir-ish-themed stories lately and I liked the ambiance of the movie.
Got in another episode of Midsomer Murders and finished up season three of Endeavor. Gotta say the last episode really packed a punch. Watching Morse realize he loved Joanie ended up being a beautifully acted scene.
Caught the usual episodes of The Sarah Conner Chronicles, Constantine, Pensacola Wings of Gold, Band of Brothers, and Strike Back. Episode four, season four is when Section 20 loses Julia and, ugh, I forgot how much of a kick in the teeth that was.
Watched a crossover of Chicago PD with Chicago Fire. Excellent episodes. I enjoy PD when the focus isn't on dickhead Wood trying to take Hank down. I thought we got enough of that in the first two seasons.
And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Hazardous Curves Ahead, a novella that explores an awkward situation between the main characters.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Sometimes love is a slippery slope and when Imma and Sef almost crash into each other on a hazardous curve, they end up going through physical therapy together. After several weeks of flirty banter, Imma thinks a relationship with Sef might be nice… until her boyfriend shows up.
And a snippety peek…
Sefton Boltager angled his head around after barely missing the oncoming car, barreling straight at him on his side of the road. He downshifted but overcorrected and did a one-eighty on the twisty curves. His tires went off the pavement and spun on the pebbly surface of the side berm whipping his sedan, an old man's car, around a full three hundred and sixty degrees before smashing into the guardrail lining the roadside. The crunch of metal against steel a welcome sound, considering the drop-off looming inches past the barricade.
Airbags had him surrounded and he shook his head. "Stupid idiot. That's what you get." If he'd been paying attention instead of being pissed off at Serena—his former girlfriend—he might have seen the car coming at him sooner. "Shit!" He started shoving at the airbag in front of him. "What happened to the other car?" His stupid seatbelt had locked up and he couldn't freely move.
He got the bag pushed down and the other vehicle had a driver who looked to be unconscious. Damn, damn, damn. He fished around on the passenger seat for his phone to call 911.
"Mr. Boltager, we're showing your airbags have deployed. Are you okay?"
He jumped as much as the stupid seatbelt would let him. He'd forgotten about the OnStar system. At least he didn't have to find his cell.
Trying to unfasten his seatbelt, he answered. "Yeah, yeah. I think I'm fine. There's another vehicle involved in the accident and I can't tell if the driver is okay or not." He gave up on the stupid seatbelt and tried the door.
The operator replied in her soothing voice. "We've called for emergency services and they should arrive on scene shortly. Are you injured?"
He growled in frustration. "I have no idea. I gotta check on the other driver." He finally got the door opened and his seatbelt unfastened.
The voice came back through the speakers. "That's not a good idea. We recommend you stay with your car."
He already had one leg out of the vehicle. "Fuck that. I'm going to see if she's all right." He started to exit the car but wrenched his shoulder when the harness wouldn't give. "Dammit." Pain shot through to his fingertips.
"Mr. Boltager. If you'll wait a few more minutes, help will be there."
He finally got out and ignored the advice. Glancing in both directions, he started to cross the road, wincing at the jolts movement caused. When he got closer to the other car, he hissed out a breath. Damn good thing there hadn't been a passenger. The right side of the car resembled an accordion. The female driver's head rested on her shoulder, her neck stretched out.
He approached the window and gently rapped on the glass. "Hey! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" The distant wail of sirens sounded but Sef couldn't tell which direction they were coming from. "Hey. Help's on the way. Can you hear me?" Finally a movement, a small twitch, but enough to let him know she might hear him.
He tapped on the window again and her eyes popped open.
Thank fuck.
I like to explore awkward situations, especially when it involves meeting the right person at the wrong time.
That's it for this week. Happy reading.
Skylin
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