Note: I will be posting a chapter from The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle each day until the book has been fully posted. I am doing this as a way to entertain those who have been coping with the new life of social distancing, social isolation, and quarantine in the world right now in response to the COVID-19 pandemic.
Once complete, I will hold the book on in full on my site until 1/1/2021. On that day, it’ll no longer be accessible for free.
I ask people to share links freely while the book is available, but please do not copy or do anything else without expressed permission from me, the copyright holder.
If you would like to skip ahead, you are always welcome to purchase a copy, just click the link HERE (or click up top at the menu bar) to go to the book’s page where there are links to where it is available in both print and ebook. Enjoy and I hope that you and your family are doing well!
The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
Safiya sat down at a small, square wooden table that sat in the center of an equally small, square room. There had been barely enough room to move around the table or even get into a chair comfortably. She wondered how the table could have even made it into that place. Perhaps it was built right into the room. Or rather the room was built around the table. Who knew if that room had been there before.
A few minutes later Majd stepped into the room. Getting around the table proved even more difficult for him.
Both healed quite well after the incident days prior. They asked not to leave the bunker and the man who brought them there, Abd us-salam, laughed heartily at their request informing them that they would only had to leave when they chose to go.
The hospital of sorts had been dug out of an old chemical munitions testing area. It had been abandoned years before and those who would have been curious initially wanted to stay away solely on the chance that there could have been a contamination issue there. Abd us-salam was brought there as he would call it, by the will of Allah, to him be praised. Eventually he brought his mother, the only family he had that remained, to practice medicine for those who needed a safe place to heal. Safiya thought it ironic that a place that had meant death became the place that saved their lives.
Being dug out of an old bunker did have some advantages. For one, the ground helped to keep the rooms cool. It was also difficult to find unless you were looking for it.
Unfortunately, it was small, dark, and no one would find it.
Small bowls carried a healthy portion of gruel. Neither complained although their taste buds certainly protested. The porridge was bland. The consistency may have been comparable to slime, but as Safiya had never tasted slime, she was not sure what to call it.
“How are you feeling?” Majd asked.
Safiya nodded after shoving a large spoonful of the gruel into her mouth. It was warm at least.
“That is good,” he responded. His voice was a little distant. “I’ve been wondering…” he trailed off.
Safiya swallowed. The food, if one called it that, went down easier than it tasted. “About?”
“What are we still doing here?”
“I am not sure. Has your conduit contacted you?”
“No? Illit hasn’t talked to me either.”
“That’s odd now that I consider it.”
Safiya thought for a moment. “Is this place blocking them perhaps?”
“Cannot be. They should know we are here.” Majd shoved a spoonful into his mouth and winced. His tolerance wasn’t as robust as Safiya’s was. “Have you remembered anything from that day yet?” Bits of food sprayed carelessly onto the table.
She nodded. “I remember it all, I think. I am worried about the two men that helped us, Ferdinand and Paul.”
“I don’t believe they made it. I am sure that they were ok though.”
“You mean that their souls survived,” she corrected.
He nodded. More food entered his mouth. She realized that she was ignoring her food. She followed his lead and choked down more bites. It was already losing whatever heat it had and was becoming less bearable.
“I cannot help but think that we could have, no that we should have saved Natalia. She would know what to do.”
A shake of Majd’s head came next. “You should not blame you or us that she died in this realm. We helped where we could and we were fortunate that we lived. I am sure we can survive. We just need our direction so we know which way to start off in. We’re fully Sentries. What help should we really need?”
Safiya sat contemplatively for a minute. “I want to reach Agnes. She is with the sentry Brandt. I believe Brandt would help. He is very powerful.”
Majd spun the idea in his head around trying to catch it with what he wanted to say. It was a crazy idea. His conduit had left instruction to stay. It was odd that he was given that only moments before they were attacked. “It would be suicide. We cannot go.”
“Alone or with you. She’s now the only family I have left. I am going.” Majd lowered his head. He was hurt by her statement.
If you would like to skip ahead, you are always welcome to purchase a copy, just click the link HERE (or click up top at the menu bar) to go to the book’s page where there are links to where it is available in both print and ebook.