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The Girl Who Got Hit by Lightning
Summary: While helping her friend watch a birthday movie, M.D. Rawlins gets hit by lightning, advised by her imaginary friend, and her reality starts to unravel.
Series: Infinity Smashed
Word Count: 3300
Notes: Winner of the vote and supported by my fans on LiberaPay and Patreon! This starts M.D.’s arc of Infinity Smashed; you don’t need to have read anything else of the series to follow along.
The night of Vandorsky’s birthday, I arrived at at midnight sharp. The little purple study light was on in her window, a signal that her parents (who thought me a “bad influence”) were in bed and it was safe to approach. Good thing too; the weather had taken a sharp turn for the ugly.
Arizona isn’t know for its rainfall, and Vago (including the “nicer” suburb Vandorsky lived in) was no exception. But once a year or so, the weather decided to make up for lost time and dump a hellraiser on our heads. By the time I’d climbed the fence to Vandorsky’s window, it was roaring outside and I was soaked through.
She hauled her window open, whispered, “it’s an omen!” and pulled me inside. (She didn’t need to whisper. In that storm, I could’ve slaughtered a pig on her lawn without anyone noticing.)
( The movie is Bela Lugosi Meets the Brooklyn Gorilla, in case you were wondering. )
Summary: While helping her friend watch a birthday movie, M.D. Rawlins gets hit by lightning, advised by her imaginary friend, and her reality starts to unravel.
Series: Infinity Smashed
Word Count: 3300
Notes: Winner of the vote and supported by my fans on LiberaPay and Patreon! This starts M.D.’s arc of Infinity Smashed; you don’t need to have read anything else of the series to follow along.
The night of Vandorsky’s birthday, I arrived at at midnight sharp. The little purple study light was on in her window, a signal that her parents (who thought me a “bad influence”) were in bed and it was safe to approach. Good thing too; the weather had taken a sharp turn for the ugly.
Arizona isn’t know for its rainfall, and Vago (including the “nicer” suburb Vandorsky lived in) was no exception. But once a year or so, the weather decided to make up for lost time and dump a hellraiser on our heads. By the time I’d climbed the fence to Vandorsky’s window, it was roaring outside and I was soaked through.
She hauled her window open, whispered, “it’s an omen!” and pulled me inside. (She didn’t need to whisper. In that storm, I could’ve slaughtered a pig on her lawn without anyone noticing.)
( The movie is Bela Lugosi Meets the Brooklyn Gorilla, in case you were wondering. )
