Shadows:
Lydecker was in his office. I tapped on the open door, and he motioned me in.
I waited quietly as he finished his phone conversation.
"Yes. Right. Oh, and Sanderberg, one last thing, get me a convict off of
death row." Slight pause, then "I don't care how, just get me one!" He hung
up abruptly.
"Yes, Jones?" He asked, looking up at me.
"Sir, I have the estimates for repairs needed to winterize the building.
Supposed to be a tough one, this winter of '08."
"Thank you. I'll look them over and get them approved and back to you by
tomorrow -- then we can get started."
I nodded a 'thank you' and walked back to my office. I had about fifteen
minutes to spare so I went and lay down. I never meant to fall asleep, and
now I sure wish I hadn't.
My dreams brought me to a familiar place -- the forest. Only this time, it
was way back before Manticore had ever been an idea in someone's mind. A
young man was walking along, curiously. Suddenly he tensed. Out of nowhere a
huge mountain lion leapt onto his back, knocking him down. The girl, the
legend, emerged from the forest. The lion tore at the man -- he was dead
before he could even struggle. The girl turned and those fierce yellow eyes
connected with mine.
I awoke with a start. I had recognized the scene from the one I'd always
imagined whenever told the legend by the locals. But that man had lived, and
the one in my dream had not. A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Lydecker was in his office. I tapped on the open door, and he motioned me in.
I waited quietly as he finished his phone conversation.
"Yes. Right. Oh, and Sanderberg, one last thing, get me a convict off of
death row." Slight pause, then "I don't care how, just get me one!" He hung
up abruptly.
"Yes, Jones?" He asked, looking up at me.
"Sir, I have the estimates for repairs needed to winterize the building.
Supposed to be a tough one, this winter of '08."
"Thank you. I'll look them over and get them approved and back to you by
tomorrow -- then we can get started."
I nodded a 'thank you' and walked back to my office. I had about fifteen
minutes to spare so I went and lay down. I never meant to fall asleep, and
now I sure wish I hadn't.
My dreams brought me to a familiar place -- the forest. Only this time, it
was way back before Manticore had ever been an idea in someone's mind. A
young man was walking along, curiously. Suddenly he tensed. Out of nowhere a
huge mountain lion leapt onto his back, knocking him down. The girl, the
legend, emerged from the forest. The lion tore at the man -- he was dead
before he could even struggle. The girl turned and those fierce yellow eyes
connected with mine.
I awoke with a start. I had recognized the scene from the one I'd always
imagined whenever told the legend by the locals. But that man had lived, and
the one in my dream had not. A cold shiver ran down my spine.