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.
Zeal of Zebras
Ora shakes her head. I’m leaving. Take his coat and follow me. If you waste time saving the monster’s life, I will send the Homeland Security Mind Task Force to get both of you.
She turns and walks away.
It’s that easy for her.
She’s more powerful than I am. She’s smarter than I am. But she has no heart.
I pick up the legs of my abductor. Cold and hungry, I drag him toward the safe room. Safe, ha, that word has never been so misused.
Maybe Ora is tricking my mind again, because everything goes dark.
I’m in Africa. There’s a zeal of zebras around me. One has a horn of gold and silver twisted together. The zebra unicorn tells me I have to wake up. A lion strolls over and smacks me across the face with his mighty paw.
Anah? Can you hear me?
That’s Mr. Bennett’s voice. He’s not a zebra unicorn. And why would he be in Africa?
Come on, Girlie, time to rise and shine. The lion sounds like the man who abducted me. Why?
Reality crashes in as I wake up. It hurts everywhere. Something is keeping me from moving.
Anah, calm down. I just dressed those wounds. Keep still.
I find Mr. Bennett sitting beside me. He adjusts the blanket I’m wrapped in.
My abductor paces nearby. “Good work on not dying. Bad work on letting Ora out.”
“She wanted me to let you freeze to death.” Did I expect a thanks for saving his life? “Where are we?”
Mr. Bennett shoves a thermometer to my ear. “We’re taking you to your parents.”
I smile. “I’m finally going home?” I take a deep breath, inhaling his cardamom cologne. It feels like I already am home. Journal assignments and staring at his birthmark, my own bed, a hug from mom, and dad’s hot cocoa — that’s what I want most in the world.
“No.” My abductor shakes his head. “You’re the most wanted telepath in the world. The HSMTF has your face up on every screen. There’s a price on your head so high that even I thought about turning you in.”
“Uncle Zahir, please, she’s been through enough.”
“I only said I thought about it,” he waves his hand dismissively. “No point in lying to an Eve Nine, is there?”
I look back and forth between the two of them. They look alike in most ways. How did I not notice that before? Is that part of the Umwelt theory? I didn’t see the similarities in appearance between my favorite person and my abductor because my reality was one is good and one is evil?
“We’re going to a safe place. It’s a Zoroastrianism worship site with telepathic shielding. Hopefully, she won’t find us there. I’m sorry, Anah.” Mr. Bennett looks away.
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by J Lenni Dorner
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