Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.
Oh, yes. Last week, our heroine and her bumbling partner, Mason, discovered the creature chasing them was not a dinosaur, but a dragon! Today, we have them running helter skelter for cover...
A little preamble for those who don't know: Two characters on an old 'ship' (undecided if to make it a space ship or a ship-ship) that looked like it originated from the 1960s. One sees a 'dinosaur', almost poops his pants, then both characters make a run for it...
You can catch the previous ones:
Part 1: here.
Part 2: here.
Part 3: here.
Part 4: here.
And now for this week...after diving for cover, our heroine has but a brief moment to survey the threat...
I yanked Mason and scrambled to safety. We careened around the consoles on the bridge, and dived behind a solid-looking counter, hot lashes slapped against our backs. As we tumbled along the floor, tucking as much of our bodies as we could behind the counter, a rush of smoke and flames blasted by. The stench of sulfur and something pretty close to rot assaulted our senses.
From next to me, Mason screamed. He had his hands clenched around his ears and his inability to move was my motivation to surge to my feet, dragging him with me as best I could. I yelled out his name, ordering him to move. He responded like a robot, with fear making his eyes goggle and his mouth curve downward. We ran out of the bridge to the sound of the beast in pursuit, its huge body slammed clumsily around the room to a cacophony of noise.