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Here’s the start of a new WIP–working title “Discovering Gremlins,” because I’ve shared about as much as I can of King Under the Mountain. Looks like urban fantasy so far, though I’m not yet sure where it’s going.
Previous snippet: Back at his desk, Harry tried a few things that didn’t work, and swore at the computer in Vietnamese. Apparently this did the trick, because her next attempt had his computer rebooting to the start screen, instead of staticy fuzz or blank blue.
Harry nodded in satisfaction. “Let me know if it gives you any more problems,” she said, and then retreated back to the I.T. dungeon.
Glad the interruption was over, Seth buckled back down to work, taking a half lunch to catch up. The day dragged on forever, but finally he escaped his cubicle, and fled down the street to the subway stop.
Waiting in a half empty car, slumped against the window, he saw a shadow flicker strangely across the ceiling. He glanced up, expecting a piece of trash, but nothing was there. Seth rubbed his eyes, and closed them.
“Must be more tired than I thought.”
When the shadow raced by, right out of the edge of his vision as he exited the subway car, he ignored it. He trudged up the steps to his apartment, and this time when he noticed the flicker, it was a black garbage bag stuck on a tree branch. As soon as he locked his door behind him, he started shedding his work clothes, ending up in a t-shirt and boxers when he settled on the sofa a couple minutes later.
Click. On went the tv.
He started up his latest favorite show, a mystery with wacky odd couple investigators, which he was halfway through the second season, and binge-watched until his stomach rumbled unpleasantly, gnawing at his spine.
“Oh, geeze,” he glanced at his phone–11:35. He should have been in bed an hour ago.
He shuffled to the kitchen, and stuffed a frozen dinner in the microwave, yawning and staring off into the distance while the microwave hummed. Something rustled behind him, and the microwave’s happy hum shifted, punctuated with popping noises, and he whirled around to find it on fire.
* * *
Gremlins have camouflage magic, and a way of making people who catch just a glimpse forget them. This is good for humanity, because they’re powerfully ugly, and react violently to being discovered. But when Seth hits his head and lands on the floor right next to a gremlin, he sees it… and it notices that he’s done so. Things are about to go downhill for Seth.