Black Brick – Chapter Ten

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This week’s episode features Chapter Ten of Black Brick. Here is an excerpt from the show:

I OPENED MY EYES with a start. The heavy smell of smoke, burning rubber, and blood filled the air. The train car had been cast in gloom, but there was light overhead. From my vantage point, I couldn’t determine the exact source of the light, but I could at least tell that some of it was coming from a fire. Alarmed, I looked around and was relieved that I couldn’t see flames.
How long had I been out? I looked at my watch, but I couldn’t remember what time it had been when the bomb had gone off. My best guess was that I’d been unconscious for only a few minutes. I hoped it hadn’t been longer. The emergency response crews would be on the scene shortly, Shannon and I needed to be gone before that happened.
I tried to stand but slipped and fell, knocking my head against an armrest. The floor was wrong. I looked up and saw rows of seats on the wall. I felt foolish for not remembering that the train car had been knocked over by the blast.
Once I was on my feet again, I could see that the light was coming through the broken windows that were now overhead. My original assessment that the reflected firelight had been coming from outside was correct. I could just see the tips of flames dancing out there.
When I took a step, shards of glass crunched underneath my foot. I paused and tried to listen for the emergency response vehicles over the sounds of the nearby burning fire and the cries of injured passengers. It was made doubly hard because there was a ringing in my ears as well.
Nothing.
A wave of guilt hit me when I heard a long groan.
I had done this. I’d thrown the bomb out the window.
Taking a deep breath, I released it and closed my eyes. I hadn’t been responsible for this, and I knew it. I tried to put the matter from my mind; this was something to deal with later.
“Shannon?” my voice came out unsteady and cracked. It sounded far away. There was a dull ringing in my ears. I licked my lips and tasted blood. I tried a bit louder. “Shannon.”
“Nice job dummy,” Shannon said.

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