[Excerpt from The Hitch-hiker]
‘That can be arranged,’ Boris said. I read his thoughts of a thousand-strong army of Fox clones. He seemed pleased with the vision.
‘Oh, I wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble. I understand you’re very busy.’
‘No trouble. No trouble at all.’ Boris smiled, a sly curl of his lips.
The hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had a bad feeling about this. I needed to warn the others. This man was bad news. He had to be stopped. I must break free of his spell that bound me. I must warn the others.
I returned to the back. I patted Minna on her knee. ‘Minna! Minna! Wake up, Minna!’
She swatted me. ‘Go away!’
I tapped Günter on his beanie.
His puffing changed into a loud snore.
Liesel snored so loud, I decided if she can sleep though that noise, she’d never wake. I failed to find any part of Johann buried deep in his sleeping bag.
I resumed my post next to Minna and tried to think. My heart fluttered, batting against my ribs. What should I do? I breathed in. I breathed out. Trying to calm down. Don’t panic. But stay awake. Think. It’s all too hard.
The van swung and swayed with the gentle rocking motion of a cradle. I don’t think I can deal with this right now. Boris and Fox droned on and on. My eyelids grew heavy. I yawned. Just a little nap. Then I’ll be able to think better.
But wait. The first rays of sun streaked the sky in pink and orange. I closed my eyes. Just a little nod of the head. A cat nap. Can’t do any harm. Just a little sleep. Then maybe breakfast…
© Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2015
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