"You there!"
The words came from somewhere ahead. Janie controlled her sudden fright with effort.
She didn't like being surprised, caught off guard. Thus, she instantly
disliked who ever had ripped her out of a somewhat peaceful rest.
Scratchy, hoarse, high pitched. Vocal cords seldom used. Hopefully.
Concrete block over gravel, broken glass in a bowl of jello? Dry but moist. Did that make sense?
"Did you hear me?" Janie stubbornnly kept her eyes closed for another
moment. "How could I not?" She mumbled.
"Excuse me?" The words rose in pitch for each syllable and Janie
cringed. Self righteous indignated bitch. Janies blood turned a
couple of degrees hotter at that. What a fucking loudmouth.
Janie tore her eyes open halfway and glared at the intruder.
She really, really hated to be referred to as "You"."
Extract from "Stranger" A novel in the making by J K Brennan.
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