WEP: In Too Deep

Last year, I wrote a series of thematic flash stories for the WEP challenges, all sharing the same protagonist. I liked the coherence it brought to my WEP posts. I decided to continue the tradition, but with more focus. This year, I’m going to post chapters 1 through 6 from my novella Magic Senegalese. Originally, I thought it would be a complete short story by December, but the story ran away from me and became twice longer. It is also a fan fiction story, based on Wen Spencer’s Elfhome universe. I will post it in full on Wattpad.

Elfhome is one of my favorite fantasy (or sci-fi) worlds, and it needs a bit of an intro. According to Spencer, some time in the first half of the 21st century (very soon now), China built a hyper-phase gate in orbit over Earth, to allow spaceships to travel to other star systems quickly. The side effect of that gate was that the entire city of Pittsburgh, PA, was dropped into the parallel world of Elfhome, the planet the same as Earth geographically, but populated by immortal elves who have magic. They don’t have the Earth technology though, and they didn’t start traveling to the Americas until recently. Most of the American continent on Elfhome is still a virgin forest. Pittsburgh was dropped into the middle of it. One day a month, when the Chinese power down their orbital gate, Pittsburgh returns to Earth.

My story doesn’t use any of Wen Spencer’s leading characters, except peripherally. The plot happens (by the Elfhome timeline) a couple years before Tinker, the first of Spencer’s novels set in Pittsburgh, and about twenty-five years after the Chinese gate first went into operation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Naomi Peterson clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream. Her horrified eyes met Bob’s astonished ones through the dirty glass of a small window inserted in the door. She just witnessed him stab a man to death in the alley, and he knew she did. It didn’t matter that they had been classmates at school. It didn’t matter that they had kissed once in eleventh grade. She just saw him commit murder in broad daylight. He would come after her. She was deep over her head in peril.

She saw the realization unfolding in his eyes too and didn’t wait for the inevitable. She whirled and raced for the front door. The locked back door of the club rattled behind her, as Bob tried to force it open. It would take him some time to circle the long building to the parking lot at the front, the time for her to escape.

Her fingers shook on the car key. It took her three tries to start the car, and her hands still felt unsteady on the wheel. She accelerated out of the parking lot. He would find her soon. He didn’t know her address, but he had the Internet, like everyone else. It was only a matter of hours until he found her. She needed to disappear.

She drove on autopilot, her mind numb with dread. Should she report him to the police? And then what? Testify in court? Was he with a gang? Mafia? They had never been friends at school, and she had known, vaguely, that he was into a bad stuff, but she had never been interested. She had been with the intellectual crowd in those days, set for university and a glorious dancing career. She had never dreamed that their paths would cross again after graduation, and in such a drastic manner.

She calmed a bit when nobody chased her on the highway. By the time she turned into the driveway of her house, she was almost back to normal, but she was glad to see the windows downstairs glow with light. Her father was home. He would know what to do.

She let herself in the downstairs apartment, where her father lived alone since she had moved upstairs during her freshman year. Her friends mocked her that she still lived at home, but she didn’t care. Both she and her dad had their privacy—the apartments had separate entrances—while still being in the same house, close enough if they needed each other. She needed him now.

“Naomi?” He just had his shower and was dressed only in sweatpants, with a towel hanging over his neck. His brown chest rippled with muscles, even though his short fuzzy hair was almost white already. It had still been mostly black when she met Bob last, at her prom three years ago.

Bob! She started hyperventilating again and leaned on the door to support her jellifying bones. She opened her lips to tell her dad, but no sound emerged. Her throat locked. She gazed at him in a mute appeal for help.

“Naomi, what happened?” He reached her in two long strides and clapped his big brown hands on her shoulders. “You’re trembling. Come, sit down. Tell me what’s wrong?” His strong grip was reassuring, his familiar round face a brown mask of serenity. “Talk to me, girl. Do you want some whiskey? No, you don’t like whiskey. Ouzo?”

He moved unhurriedly as he talked, fitting words to actions, his deep baritone a soothing balm for her frazzled nerves. By the time she downed a large splash of liquor, she was finally ready to talk.

He listened without comment, as he always did, nodding thoughtfully now and again.

“Should I call the police?” she asked uncertainly.

“If I were an upstanding citizen, I’d have said ‘yes’,” he murmured. “But I’m not sure the police is as uncorrupted in real life as it is on TV. I don’t want you to testify in court. It could be dangerous. I agree with your assessment: you’d better disappear, at least for a while. Until he’s arrested.” His eyes turned sad. “Maybe a long time. I’ll miss you, pumpkin. Was there anyone else at the club?”

“No. I rehearsed for a while. I was alone. Nobody was there. It’s too early.”

“I knew it was a bad idea for you to dance at the strip club,” he said without heat.

It was an old argument she had already won, but she replied all the same, as she always had. “At least I could pay for my schooling. No student loans for me. I wouldn’t be able to do that with any other part-time job.”

“You could’ve taught dancing at a community center. Much safer.”

“I do. Much less money,” she countered.

“I would’ve paid your tuitions.”

“I know. I wanted to do it myself. Besides, the girls are all safe at the club, you know that. The bouncers wouldn’t let anything happen to us during the night. But it’s daytime. No bouncers.”

He sighed. “Well, we can’t change the past. Go, pack, Naomi. We’ll leave as soon as you’re done.”

“Where will I go?” Naomi obediently stood up. Her hand draped around the door handle. “To your family in Virginia?”

“No. Anyone can find you in Virginia. We’re going… I’ll tell you in the car. We’re taking your Beetle. I’ll rent a car to return home.”

Naomi nodded and opened the door. It wasn’t like her father to be secretive, but it didn’t matter. She jogged around the house to the back stairs, leading to her second-floor apartment, while the cold sick fear in her stomach finally started to melt. Obviously, her father had a plan. He would tell her when he was ready.

An hour later, they were on the highway, heading west towards Pennsylvania, and Naomi started fretting again. Where were they going? They already made a couple of detours, to his bank and hers, and withdrew as much cash as the banks allowed from all their accounts. The money resided now in the backseat of the car, stuffed into her old backpack. Her father didn’t think she would have access to a bank wherever he was taking her. Did he want her to camp in the wild? For how long? Maybe he knew something about Bob that she didn’t.

“All right, Dad. Spill,” she said between her teeth. “You’re scaring me. Where am I going?”

“To Pittsburgh,” he said quietly. “Nobody would find you there.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The image of the book cover is by Caique Silva from Unsplash, a free image website.

 

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Fantasy, Novella, Olga Godim, science fiction, WEP and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

24 Responses to WEP: In Too Deep

  1. hilarymb says:

    Hi Olga – well that will be one way of being in too deep. A lot of stories to be told here … I’m glad you’re bringing your tale back for us … and developing it. I’m also glad to have the background as I might not have worked out what was happening … or be afraid for Naomi and her future in Pittsburgh = not very good news. Great writing … cheers Hilary

  2. Well looks like Naomi will be in for a bigger adventure if Pittsburgh moves to another planet. I liked your build up of suspense as she runs from Bob. I almost expected him to be in her apartment.

  3. I used to live in Pittsburgh. What fun it would have been to visit a new world. I can’t wait to read the other stories that you’re planning.

  4. L.G. Keltner says:

    Going on the run like that has to be terrifying, and you did a great job of capturing that sense of urgency. I can’t wait to see what you share with us next!

  5. Donna Hole says:

    Ooh, this will be fun to write – and to read. The pacing is just right, and I love the hint of her father’s unsavory past. Good introduction.

  6. Denise Covey says:

    Hi Olga. I agree using the same characters in your WEP entries last year was a great idea. I’m going to enjoy reading this series as well. I need to come back and consider your story more deeply. Just letting you know I’ve come by!

  7. Nilanjana Bose says:

    Hi Olga! This was great fun to read, very gripping right from the start. Naomi has led an interesting life so far it seems, and things are only going to get more intense. How wonderful to visit a different world! Btw, the world-building was detailed, well-crafted and convincing. I’m intrigued by your title, why ‘Senegalese’?!! It will be great to find out 🙂

    I really like your idea of using the same characters/story for all the prompts, you gave us some brilliant stories last year and I’m sure this year is going to be the same. Thanks for the very enjoyable reading that happens here always.

  8. nidhi says:

    I was scared till last. You could engage me read the story in full. would love to read more.

  9. DG Hudson says:

    Ooh, I liked this and it’s also about a girl on the run, but I love that your setting will have a fantasy/scifi element. I think I’d panic too, seeing a murder by someone else. That’s never a good thing. . .well done and I look forward to reading more!

  10. patgarcia says:

    I like this story. I was awaiting them to be dropped into the parallel world. Too bad it ended with him not revealing where they were going. I’m ready for the continuance.
    Very well-written and captivating.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Pat G

  11. An odd start to what may be the adventure of Naomi’s life. Well written and told at a solid pace.

  12. desk49 says:

    And yet they’ll find her. The story goes on.

  13. Pat Hatt says:

    A new adventure sure is on the horizon. Would be neat to experience other worlds. Hopefully that load of dough gets them where they need to be. Great idea to connect them like last year indeed.

  14. Toi Thomas says:

    Whoa, that’s good. It’s a great lead up to something more. I like the idea of hiding out in a place that isn’t always there. Good stuff.

  15. This sounds like an excellent start to an adventure with great tension and build-up. It definitely leaves me anxious to read some more. Great story! Also, I love reading fantasy and I have never heard of this Elfhome series, but I will be looking into it now.

  16. You told us just enough to leave us wondering what will happen when she starts a new life in a new city. An intriguing tale Indeed.

  17. A good story that makes the reader want to know what will happen next.

  18. Adura Ojo says:

    Hi Olga,
    I love the pacing of your story and the idea of Pittsburg falling between two worlds so to speak. So well written and engaging. I don’t usually read sci-fi. You and Roland (also in WEP) may have changed my mind:)
    Refreshing. I want to know what happens next.

  19. RasmaSandra says:

    Great story. Way to go.

  20. Gwen Gardner says:

    Sometimes characters have to lie. My protag’s face goes scarlet and she berates herself by saying, “I am so going to hell.” She hates it and is so bad at it. But needs must sometimes. Love the above passage. It can be a survival technique. I’d certainly use it if I can to. LOL.

  21. Pingback: WEP: Road Less Traveled | Olga Godim writing

  22. Pingback: WEP: Unraveled Yarn | Olga Godim writing

  23. Pingback: WEP: Change of Heart | Olga Godim writing

  24. Pingback: WEP: Deja vu or Voodoo | Olga Godim writing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.