With A hopeless vigil – NaNoWriMo 2018 finished and won a day early. This is never the end though. NaNo starts the process, and now I have to decide if the story is good enough to carry on, to work on it and finish the book, and then edit. The story, as always, is only half told, with gaps and plot problems. That is the very nature of NaNoWriMo.
I just finished, and won, NaNoWriMo 2018! Woohoo!
Here is a sample of
A hopeless vigil – NaNoWriMo 2018 finished
A soft knock on her door woke Fin. She’d dozed off in her chair, still going over reports and data.
“Come in.” She called.
The door opened, Scout Reynolds filled the doorway. “We’ve found the signal from a pod.” His voice was laced with doom, but he looked her straight in the eye. She stared back, unblinking, asking the question.
“There are life readings, someone is alive in there.”
“But?” She asked again. “I know there’s a but, I can see it on your face.”
He took a breath. “It’s pod 36, and it ditched in the sea. They’re underwater, and we can’t get to them.”
They ran for the control room they’d been setting up with as much sensor equipment as they could get working.
“Scout?” Fin had her back to him, gripping the edge of the desk so hard with her one good hand, her knuckles were white. “Update,” she demanded. She stared into nothing, hoping the news would change.
“No further update. No change.” His voice soft behind her as he surveyed the information relayed to him through the monitors in front of him.
She swore, low and hard. Her hand balled into a fist, hit the desk, making the keyboard jump. “There has to be something we can do.”
He leaned back in his chair. His face was pale, his eyes dark shadows and filled with sharp knowledge. “If there was then we haven’t found it. We can’t get to them. We don’t even know where they are exactly.”
The door to the control room burst open. “I have a comms link. It’s audio only, no visual. It’s patchy and keeps dropping out, but I have them.” Corban held out an earpiece. “Remote link for you, already patched in.”
“Them?” Fin dared to hope, brushed her short grey hair back and forth with her good hand as she pushed the link into her ear. “Pod 36? Can you hear me? It’s Captain Finley Beck.” Her eyes lost focus as she concentrated in the crackle in her ear. She sagged, leaning on the desk, face twisting as the voice she heard confirmed her fears. Gareth Stanton, the only man she would ever have considered.