June 21, 2020
I can't believe
there's only one more week and a few days of June left. This year seems to be
flying by so fast—even with a pandemic and social distancing.
Slow week of
television again but a good one for client phone calls. I have a couple if
potentially interesting new projects to be excited about.
I did finish up
Danger Man with the last few episodes of season two. I'll be starting the color
episodes this week along with the new title of Secret Agent. Should be fun.
I also got through
the Riverdale episode I started last week and, surprisingly, it got better. I
kind of understand where Alice came from but it still annoys me to no end.
Veronica's savage takedown of Hiram made my week. I also ended up really
enjoying the Cheryl session with the guidance counselor—whoever tagged Gina
Torres for that role deserves a raise. I'm very intrigued by the cutaway end
scenes. If not for my absolute complete and utter loathing of Hiram, I would be
so set to keep watching this show. As it is, I literally hate that character so
much, I'll probably only skim through the season.
I caught another
episode of Roswell, New Mexico and thoroughly enjoyed it. I like Alex and
Michael working as a team without the usual UST between them. Having them
become actual friends is a great thing and I'm totally there to watch that
happen. Loved having the former Max back as a Mains ancestor. Here's hoping
he'll be available for more flashback scenes. I like where Isabel is headed and
love what she did for Arturo and Liz. Also loved, loved, loved Kyle's scenes
with his mom. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the dean's daughter
storyline, but I'm down with whatever happens. I kind of have a tiny hope Kyle
ends up hooking up with Cameron at some point … but that's only if Jessie
doesn't have her abducted. I totally don't believe he's been shackled by anyone
or anything. In fact, I'd lay odds he's the actual private security firm's leader.
That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.
Last but not least,
I watched another episode of Peak Practice. I've been staying with the chronological
order for now and I'm working my way through the second season. Should have it
finished up within the month. I hope.
And that's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Finding Calm, a novella
that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Sunny didn't realize how deep
she'd gotten in with Hank until she'd been captured the first time. She'd been
on leave and the ride she hopped got ambushed and held as a bargaining tool.
She kept her head down and let her captors believe she belonged to the crew. Too
bad they eventually found out she held rank in the military.
Josh Harstine, one of the other
passengers made a valiant attempt to convince the enemy he was Lieutenant Sonny
Gage, but it didn't fly. They'd either hacked the records or had an inside
source and knew Lt. Gage happened to be female. The leader attempted to execute
Josh, but Sunny made a flying leap to knock Harstine down and got shot for her
efforts.
She woke up with a bullet wound;
hazy, foggy, and subjected to the most bizarre questions about her reproductive
health. Creeped out by the interrogator who claimed to be a doctor, his
interest made her skin crawl. He poked and prodded and made too many inquiries.
And he always added something to her IV whenever he left. It made her loopy and
sleepy and she could never stay awake longer than a few minutes.
Sunny did start to wake up
sooner, and it gave her time to do a quick assessment of her injury. She did
not like the second scar she found just below the bullet wound. She ended up
under forced sedation when she asked about the lower spot. She really didn't
care for that at all.
When she woke up, she plugged the
IV tube, crimping it so whatever drug they kept giving her couldn’t reach her
bloodstream. She had a new person doing the poking and prodding, the creepy
doctor nowhere in sight. Relieved, she thought she might finally get some
answers, but she didn't get any further with the new guy. Instead of a constant
stream of almost incomprehensible words strung together to sound like a
sentence, the current doctor answered short, clipped bursts.
Sunny decided she'd had enough.
When he pushed a syringe into the port on her IV, she again crimped the tubing
and feigned falling asleep. She waited until her room darkened and very slowly
made her way to the door. Pushing it open, she poked her head outside and blew
out a relieved breath. The corridor empty, she quickly grabbed her medical
chart and quietly closed the door.
Shuffling over toward the window,
she read by the moonlight streaming in and gasped. The second scar didn't have
anything to do with internal bleeding after the bullet had been removed. They'd
taken one of her ovaries.
In all honesty,
this one is a bit of a mess. The scenes keep coming and I love everything but
it's going to need some slick polish when everything is said and done.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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