Weekend Writing Warriors: Blood Angel Rising, Part 20
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Welcome to Part 20 of Blood Angel Rising, presented to you 8 sentences at a time through Weekend Writing Warriors. Check out the previous installments here.
Let’s stick with Vincent Moretti this week, and his strange ability to read the truth about people from their shadows…
Meeting rooms filled with rows of black leather seats and enormous digital clocks stretched down the hall. Massive skylights and glass walls revealed the pale mid-morning Colorado air, smog-filled though it was. Thick iron clouds were congregating in the western sky, and Vincent could tell from the smell of the atmosphere that rain was on the way.
Vincent stepped in front of Frost’s office. He looked around, watching the shadow trails whenever someone walked by. Sometimes he wished he could turn off the ability, that he could silence the whispers and let people pass without hearing their histories and seeing their thoughts, without feeling the ripples they left in their wake.
Thank goodness I lost my mind decades ago, he thought. The Old Man saw to that.
Check in next week for Part 21. Thanks for dropping by, and have a great weekend!