Power of Three
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When the train pulled into Liverpool Street I made a last minute decision to jump over to the Metropolitan Line towards Wembly. As I made my way against the flow of traffic, my mind was on the thesis paper sitting on my desk. I was supposed to have a meeting with my academic advisor tomorrow morning, and I was not looking forward to it.
Someone crashed into me, spinning me around as a group of giggling teenagers shouted an apology. I was never going to get the hang of the whole ‘driving on the wrong side of the road’ thing anyway, so it was probably my own fault. But then it happened again, this time hard enough to make me cry out in surprise. I stumbled and almost fell, catching myself against the wall.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, how rude of me!” A woman’s voice, frantic and worried, “here, let me help you—” Hands gripped my arm, helping me to get my balance again. I shook my head, trying to brush them off.
“Really, it’s okay. Just an accident. Don’t worry about it…” I was fine, just a little hazy. Had I really hit the wall that hard? I wasn’t that clumsy. Come to think of it, I wasn’t clumsy at all. The woman held me up, her grip tight on my elbow.
“Oh, no, I insist. It was all my fault, dear,” the woman’s voice was syrupy sweet in my ear and I tried to pull my arm away, but her hand tightened. As I lurched away, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck. I slapped my hand over the spot, and then the concrete rushed towards my face.
This is me. Unconscious.
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About the Author
Meredith Medina is an emerging author of urban fantasy and paranormal thrillers with a twist of ancient magic and mythology. She lives in the Upside Down (New Zealand) in a little witchy cottage by the sea with her husband and three cats, including a little Suki of her own.
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