So Sunday is here again and the fourth instalment of Serial Sunday. Today is a short one but hope you like anyway. If you have not read the last three parts you can check them out over the last three Sunday’s.
Tension built up fast since that night in the park. Dreams dispersed, replaced with nightmares of a life more complicated than ever thought possible. Soon the two would need to converse, for the fate of the world depended on it. Evie was hard to break, her stubbornness ingrained in to her system and demeanour as cold as ice towards the Professor. They had not spoken a single word for days; Evie had spied on him once though, on a night sleep evaded her and the appetite for food too hard to ignore. She peeked through a crack of a door never opened before, as she headed for the kitchen and found Hokum performing an art form unknown to her. He wore nothing but black shorts, his body covered in scars and scratches, mementos of a man who had lived a thousand lives. A time would come when she would forgive him and allow the stories to be told. Evie was curious but it would have to wait. The longer she made him wait the longer she held the power, and in the long run it would be key. For Professor Hokum wasn’t the only one with a story to tell.