Severe Weather Warning
Another ficlet. This one came from a random image in my head.
The Wachowskis own the Matrix. Woot. I own Charusheela, though.
The word was "deluge".
“Smith’s coming,” the program next to Charusheela said.
“How do you know?”
“Look at the sky.”
Charusheela looked up. The sun had been brilliant over the streets, but as she watched clouds came up, growing grey and thick in seconds. The rain fell, a slight mist turning to pelting drops very soon. In the middle of the deluge, a black car moved serenely down the streets.
“Think he’s looking for us?” Charusheela asked.
“Nah, we’ve got other things to worry about. He and Merv avoid each other’s turf.”
Charusheela nodded. Not reassuring at all, but it made sense.
The car passed. They waited, and nothing happened - around them, at least.
She made a mental note - Those to be unplugged should stay out of the rain.
The Wachowskis own the Matrix. Woot. I own Charusheela, though.
The word was "deluge".
“Smith’s coming,” the program next to Charusheela said.
“How do you know?”
“Look at the sky.”
Charusheela looked up. The sun had been brilliant over the streets, but as she watched clouds came up, growing grey and thick in seconds. The rain fell, a slight mist turning to pelting drops very soon. In the middle of the deluge, a black car moved serenely down the streets.
“Think he’s looking for us?” Charusheela asked.
“Nah, we’ve got other things to worry about. He and Merv avoid each other’s turf.”
Charusheela nodded. Not reassuring at all, but it made sense.
The car passed. They waited, and nothing happened - around them, at least.
She made a mental note - Those to be unplugged should stay out of the rain.