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Home again, Home again . . .
My block was bristling with Press electronically loaded for bear, shouting for my attention—if I got through this, my neighbors were going to be next, with pitchforks and copies of the homeowners’ association bylaws.
I grabbed the remote and thumbed the Door to the highest setting, donned my shock helmet, leapt out of the car and ran for safety. My Police escort cleared a path for me, swinging their clubs in apparent enjoyment, while the Press recorded them, and me, and each other, the fallen and the still rioting.
I crunched over broken antennae and a lens or two before reaching my Door, which was bellowing a warning loud enough, I hoped, to burst every enhanced eardrum within range.
My peripheral vision noticed the small Pressman Diane had “rescued” standing at the bare minimum of the Door’s range, his stillness isolating him from the frenzy. He made no attempt to approach or call out, but kept his lens focused on me with eerie concentration.
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Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth
Earful of Cider 
More of my favorite Pressman. Have I ever told you that he reminds me of Konrad? Both characters’ innate ability to reach a calm within a storm is just so cool. They’re the coolest of cucumbers and I love them.
Can’t wait for more! Oh, and love the “electronically loaded for bear.” Awesome line.
They are close, aren’t they . . . clearly, I have a thing for enigmatic men. Funny—didn’t marry one. 🙂
I was just writing about this, the need to arrive on tip-toe when shooting a subject. it’s the human equivalent to being a fly on the wall.
Well done, as always!
Thanks, MSB—I maybe asking you about finer points of photography, later. 🙂
Oh, please, no. Averil should be your go to girl on that front. I don’t know bubkes.
I’ve already bugged her about Vegas . . .
And you know more than you give yourself credit for knowing, you know?
I love the humor in your lines! Particularly the comment about her neighbors (I can see my neighbors doing that). I also like your pressman… very intriguing. 🙂
Thanks, Lorraine—at the time I wrote this, our neighbors were very, very concerned about how we felt about lawn care . . . 🙂
My favorite part of this was the escalation of the neighbor’s weapons from pitchforks to homeowners association bylaws. And the pressman is awesome in a creepy sort of way 🙂 Great six! Is it out of the drawer yet?
Seriously—I’ll take pitchforks over bylaws any day. This Pressman might be my favorite character in anything I’ve done . . .
It’s, um, halfway? It’s going though a rigorous beta-ing right now. We’ll see!
woot!
Great scene with tons of action and worldbuilding and a glimpse at the Pressman!
Thanks, Angela—did you get my e-mail?
I did, thanks! Was relieved 🙂 I’m going to dive in to your story again this week 🙂
See, he sounds creepy, but he’s going to be a good guy 🙂
Hmmm . . . .Maybe I should curb my comments . . 🙂
Just who is the Pressman? I didn’t understand all the references, but this is my first read of your stuff. I did really enjoy the writing. The tension was great, the POV strong. Looking forward to next week!
Thanks Karysa—I enjoyed your six, too! 🙂
Wow, you really appealed to every one of the senses with this one–fabulous!
Thanks, Sherry! 🙂