Your yearly reminder...

When Speedy woke, she wondered what the time was. It was dark, pitch black. She was used to be quite groggy just after having woken up - and often a few hours after - so she simply took her time collecting her thought, without any concern at all. Then she realized it was dark. She rarely woke up in the middle of the night, since she usually went to bed very late. That usually made her wake up the few first time after sunrise.

Could she have overslept and missed the whole day? It had happened before. She reached for her cellular phone to see what time it was. It was very cold in the room, she realized wanting to put her arm under the covers again. The phone had no charge. She must have fallen asleep with it on, it happened now and then. She tried to look at the alarm clock but she couldn't make out the time in the dark, despite the slight glowing. So she reached for the lamp. No light.

She reached for the clock and pulled it near her face. It didn't tick. She carefully put it back on the shelf. She felt quite awake now, listening. No sounds at all. No fridge, no buzzing from electric, something other people never heard, but she did, and they called her crazy.

She stood up and looked outside. She could not make out anything, the parking lot outside that was usually badly lit, was completely dark, as was every window in the other buildings.

She had a scented candle on the bookshelf and she lit it. She could see her own breath, like smoke coming out of her mouth. She shuddered a bit. But the electric would come back on soon, power outages were rare where she lived and never lasted long. She knew the battery radio was almost out of battery as it doubled as her computer speaker, but she tried it anyway. Not a sound. There should be some charge left in the computer even if she couldn't connect with the world without her modem that used electric, but maybe she could use it to charge her phone, that had its own Internet connection. She wanted to contact her friend a mile away and rather not walk there in the pitch black. So a working phone would be nice.

She pushed the button on the computer. It did not make a sound. It had a decent battery and should be charged. But no, it was dead.

She pondered going back to bed, but felt she wanted to see if anything at all was going on outside, so she stepped out on the balcony. That was when she saw it.

And here we will leave poor Speedy forever and ever.

November and Nanowrimo is coming up. This time I will "win". The thing above is not part of my story though, just there to tease you a little.

One month - One novel.

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