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Steal Tomorrow Excerpt: Possibilities

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an excerpt from my novel Steal Tomorrow, posted here for Sunday Scribblings. In this scene the teenage survivors of a global pandemic have been in a fight with a rival gang and are checking up on the status of their wounded.


Many of the casualties were sharing mattresses, but Cassie had made sure Julilla had her own. She lay so still that if not for the rise and fall of her ribcage, Cassie might’ve thought her dead. “Her ankle is only sprained, but she lost a lot of blood from the cut on her arm. Doc said in a normal world, she would’ve gotten a pint or two, but he’s not set up for that sort of thing.”

“But she’ll be okay, right?” Galahad sat down and rested a hand on her good shoulder. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her. A lot of us wouldn’t.” He gave an ironic smile. “She must’ve been deadly on the basketball court. She can rally a group in full retreat and make them want to fight.”

“She just needs rest,” Cassie said. “And food. And to not get an infection.”

“Three impossible things.” He stood up. “Well, we attempt the impossible every day around here, so what’s new?”

By now Cassie had noticed that not all the blood on Galahad’s shirt was from battle. Some was oozing from his arm and she took a firm tone. “Would it be impossible for you to let Doc look at that arm now? Come on. Before you end up like Julilla.”

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Old Egg said...

Re-reading this segment from the book I immediately recalled my brain working overtime to remember natural disinfectants and treatments that are necessary when the recommended ones are not available. Spitting in the eyes and urinating on wounds came to mind. Your writing is certainly thought provoking!

January 22, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Jae Rose said...

'we attempt the impossible every day'..maybe that happens in many worlds..you brought it to life in this sharp instalment..Jae

January 22, 2012 at 1:27 PM
Kate said...

A great snippet from what looks like an interesting and proficiently-written novel. Happy writing!

January 22, 2012 at 1:44 PM
Abigail Bunting said...

Sounds like a really good story...sucked me in right away..

on paper wings

January 22, 2012 at 6:39 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Yeah, he came by that nickname naturally. So selfless.

January 23, 2012 at 10:11 AM
Alice Audrey said...

ps. OT, the DD is not in cursive on my blog. It is my blog you meant by "that blog" right?

January 23, 2012 at 10:12 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Honey is a natural antibiotic. Just sayin'.

I don't recall this scene... Sounds like I need to go back and re-read my copy...

January 30, 2012 at 2:56 PM

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