“We’re going back to our lives,” he went on. “It will be like this never happened. You’ll be with your family and I…”
“Michael,” her whisper was so close he could feel her breath. Her lips brushed his cheek. “I love you.”
“Sorry, I forget we can’t hear the foot steps out here.” He sat down next to her. “I can still smell you though.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“It’s the best smell in all the world.”
“Don’t think that flattery will win you any prizes.”
Writing “In the Dark… We Hope” has been a multi-layered challenge.
First and foremost, the very premise of the book scares me. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fact that this book has been pestering me to write it for more than 10 years, I wouldn’t be writing it now. It’s just that I know it won’t go away if I ignore it, no matter how much I try. I’ve tried,
“You’re sure it’s not test group A?” A voice she didn’t recognize approached from somewhere ahead.
“Positive. Group A is almost contained. Group C is missing from their lab.” A second voice responded.
“What, all of… Oh shit.”
There were some smacks and a couple of thuds.