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With great reluctance and after a lot of thought, I have decided to shelve bluebird and work on a different alibi-related story. The trouble is that I started with a world-saving story that doesn't work with the setting, and even after removing a major subplot and changing the context around significantly, I feel like I am bending over backwards to force things to fit together when I could just be using things that fit together in the first place. I may or may not come back to the story, but at the least I'll end up using the good characters and story elements from it elsewhere. New story is provisionally titled 'railroad' and I have no idea where I'm going with it, but on the other hand that's how the only completed alibi story started too ^-^; I do now know, from hard experience, several places I am NOT going with it. Here is a preview.
They waited in silence. The station was utterly deserted. Fallen leafs migrated lazily across the parking lot in the autumn breeze. A streetlight in the distance decided it was close enough to night-time and flickered to life. Virgil eyed his watch.
“It’s here,” he said. There was no train in sight, nor even a faint rumbling to disturb the sepulchral silence of the station. The tracks were rusted over from disuse.
Daniel nodded and pulled a pair of brown cloaks from her backpack. They donned the cloaks, pulled the hoods down so their faces were covered, then together took a step off the platform, over the yellow danger line and into the hollow where, years ago, a train might have been. They disappeared.
(I may or may not have started this story entirely for a chance to use 'sepulchral silence' in a sentence >.>)
They waited in silence. The station was utterly deserted. Fallen leafs migrated lazily across the parking lot in the autumn breeze. A streetlight in the distance decided it was close enough to night-time and flickered to life. Virgil eyed his watch.
“It’s here,” he said. There was no train in sight, nor even a faint rumbling to disturb the sepulchral silence of the station. The tracks were rusted over from disuse.
Daniel nodded and pulled a pair of brown cloaks from her backpack. They donned the cloaks, pulled the hoods down so their faces were covered, then together took a step off the platform, over the yellow danger line and into the hollow where, years ago, a train might have been. They disappeared.
(I may or may not have started this story entirely for a chance to use 'sepulchral silence' in a sentence >.>)
