My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.
Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.
The story started with All Intents and Purposes.
“It isn’t brainwashing. It’s presenting a world that could be real so as to transform our reality, and then it will become real.” I feel a fog lift from my mind. The effects of Ora’s power dampening are mostly worn off. “I’ll start there. If that’s not enough, I’ll figure out something else.”
“Will you now?” He’s still acting as if everything I say is comedic.
“Yes, I will. Oppression is bad enough. I will not allow child telepaths to be abducted and caged on my watch. Ora and I are going home.”
I flex my fingers. His eyes are wide as the pain hits. His body shakes from the shocks. I’m far more powerful than his stun gun. Seconds later, he’s unconscious. Keys, keys, keys, I think to myself as I rummage through his pockets. Once they’re in hand, I rush down to the area where Ora is being held hostage. Black spots swam in my vision as I haul the heavy doors open in my starved state.
“Anah? Why isn’t the monster with you?”
“You’re safe now. I took care of him. Let me just find the lock on your chain.” I feel around in the dark.
“So you are going to set me free?”
An old, dull, yellow light flicks on. “This might help.”
“You could turn that on the whole time we were trapped down here?” She shrugs at my question. Now that I can see her I know she is the girl from the news report.
I look around for the lock to her chain. There isn’t one. In fact, there’s no chain. She’s standing between a taco buffet table and a hot cocoa bar. “Is this a mirage? Ora, I need to be able to see what’s real so I can get you out.”
She laughs. “The door is open, and you said you’d set me free. I can handle the rest on my own.”
The taco table looks so real. I can’t help myself. “I know this is just my imagination, but,” I walk over and fix myself a hard shell with everything. Juices from the meat and tomato run down my chin as I savor a bite. “I’d think this was real if I didn’t know better.”
“It is real.” She pours herself a hot cocoa and adds marshmallows. “He’s a monster, but he didn’t want me to starve. Then again, tacos,” she fakes a gagging sound. “Starvation was probably a better option. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to wreak havoc and wreck an election.”
The word is wreak, not wreck. Enjoy the song for an audio of the correct phrase.
What’s your favorite hot drink? (Recipe link welcome.)
For BONUS CONTENT, check out the JOURNAL OF ANAH post.