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Here’s a new WIP–“Discovering Gremlins.” Seth had a bad day at work–hit his head and saw a monster, which he dismissed as his imagination, despite a shadow following him home. The next day, he breaks his phone screen, his shower sprays water everywhere, the subway car he’s on is delayed more than an hour–and he join his coworkers for lunch, talking with Harry (she of I.T. fame) as his cell phone dies.
Previous snippet: “You seem a bit stressed,” Harry asked, while Seth was still staring, puzzled, at the stretch of inauthentic tin ceiling tiles.
“Oh, yeah, just stuff,” Seth stabbed at his potatoes, thunking the fork tines into the plate underneath.
Harry made an inquiring noise, and when he didn’t elaborate, said, “My AC was out over the weekend, so I was almost glad to go back to work yesterday.”
“How long did it take to repair?”
“It broke Friday, while I was at work, but my guy couldn’t fit me in until Sunday,” she said.
“My water’s probably going to be out for days,” Seth remembered glumly.
“That’s rough,” Harry patted him on the shoulder. “Do you have a friend whose shower you can borrow?”
“Should,” Seth pulled out his phone, growled at the cracks on the surface, which had multiplied like rabbits, and texted a friend who lived on the same floor as him.
His phone screen went black.
Biting back some choice words, Seth held down the power button on his cell, and waited–nothing.
“Here, let me see,” Harry gently tugged the phone out of his hands, and slid open the back, peering inside the device.
She prodded something with a miniature screwdriver she’d produced from one of her many pockets, and then stared up at him, dark eyes intently focused for just long enough for Seth to start to feel uncomfortable, before returning her attention to his phone.
The screwdriver danced in her fingers, and she let out a triumphant, “Ah.”
“What?” he asked, patience fraying.
She wordlessly handed him his phone, which displayed the lock screen, and put her screwdriver away just as the server began setting down their plates. She mostly focused on her food, answering questions tossed her way, but asking none of her own.
Seth couldn’t muster the energy to care about her strange behavior.
As they were heading back into their building, she tapped his shoulder. “Hey, I have something to show you–let’s stop by my office.”
* * *
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.