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I’ve finished writing the Fate mini and I couldn’t be sadder about it. Writing it was a real blast, there are so many characters that are already some of my favourite creations. Kid Claw is one I would love to go back to. But, for now, I must fill my days with other writing chores. Until I get an artist for Fate and then spend some time finalising the copy.

I have been doing some tinkering with the Space story idea, I’m writing some pages and trying to get the two main characters’ voices just right in my head. It’s getting there. I like where I want it all to go, I just want to make sure that I base it all on a very solid start.

I did another two minute scene this morning.

Absolute

The rain wasn’t just pouring down. The rain wasn’t just a sheet in front of them. The rain wasn’t just thick. The rain was absolute.

Driving was going to be a problem. He could already feel the puddles splashing up, and through, the floor of his van, making his shoes wet and the pedals mildly slippery. Cars around him were fluorescent blurs of red and orange lights. White stripes on the road flashed by his car, and then flashed under his car. Windscreen wipers jittered about, trying to do their best, but failing miserably. He had no choice.

The bridge could just be seen ahead. A refuge from the deluge. He pointed it out to her.

- I’ll just pull in under the bridge for a few minutes, maybe wait until this dies down a little.

Rachel was fine with that.

They both just wanted to get home. It had been a long day at work and showers and cups of tea were needed to shake loose the ills and chills of what they did to make money. It would have to wait; replaced by other things.

He didn’t even have to slow down, traffic was barely moving. The last of the rain greeted them into the solace of the bridge like a waterfall. The sound of the rain’s line drove straight up the windscreen and then across the roof like a marching brigade. It left a silence in the car. He scanned the side of the road, cars had already taken up every available spot of dryness. Some people were already outside their vehicles and sharing a drink from a steaming thermos. It looked nice.

He had to drive on, there was no choice. Just before they hit the exiting downstream of rain they heard a short screech of tires and a low thunk. The two cars next to them had collided. It was not a serious accident, it was too slow for that, it was just a major inconvenience.

He looked at Rachel.

- We really shouldn’t be out in this. It’s probably only got another five in it, is that okay with you?

Rachel smiled at him. Of course it was alright, she understood.

He pulled the van to the side of the road. With the engine shut off the interior was quiet. Outside the rain beat jungle drums and insane rhythms on the panels.

There were some tools in the back. There were also two lunch tins. Rachel jumped over the seat and opened hers up. There was a sandwich in there; honey ham and cheese.

- That’s not a bad idea.

He jumped back there and opened his tin. There was a muesli bar. It was better than nothing. They both smiled as they ate. Like eating a stolen meal in the back of a panel van on the side of the road while other motorists tried their best to navigate the storm was the height of fun times.

He was never really sure how it happened. Words were spoken, eyes were open and decisions were made. It must have been the jungle drums on the roof.

The van became a bubble, nothing was in or out, nothing was at all. There were only the jungle drums beating constant. Beating absolute.

Some clothes were removed, some were merely moved aside. He could never remember specifically.

She whispered in his ear. He would always remember. Always, exactly; absolutely.

It was warm and it was right. There was only that moment, that noise, that sky, them.

There was a leak in the roof; still is in fact. Droplets stole through and ended up on his back.

He didn’t mind the wetness, did not mind at all.

The jungle drums kept them steady, kept them absolute.

They both lay looking upside down through the windscreen. It was mesmerising, it was all so mesmerising.

Neither of them ever told anyone. No one would understand.

Posted on April 22nd, 2008 by ryan
Filed under: Writing, comics