Six Sentence Sunday

Six sentences from my WIP.

An air mobile swoops low, missing me by inches, as the navigator searches for a parking spot on the overcrowded streets of District 401 – the former city of Los Angeles. I duck another reckless navigator as I race across the bridge to my 57th floor apartment. Bridges criss cross the lower airspace leading to apartments across the district. Ground floor residences are a luxury in the busier districts such as 401. There’s nothing worse than the endless drones of air mobiles and its larger counterpart – passenger air busses – as I try to sleep or watch a movie. I have the unfortunate pleasure of living in a cheap, high rise apartment building beneath the busiest traffic airway in Area 1 ā€“ the first habitable continent that was discovered after Earth’s mass self-destruction at the beginning of the century. Ground floor spaces are far too expensive for ordinary citizens.

Six Sentence Sunday.

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“My fingers hover over the girl’s open chest and crackle when they make contact with her cold, near lifeless skin. Streaks of white light escape my fingers and flow inside the girl. Her chest closes up. She’s breathing a few moments later. I stare at the fading rays of light in my hands. I’ve burned up too much energy bringing her back to life, and it’s taken a toll on me. My mind and body go completely numb before I pass out.”