Odds Are · 7:21pm Apr 21st, 2015
Hello readers,
I don't want to appear as fickle, so with some degree of embarrassment, I admit that I don't have as much free time as I figured I would. I've some exams early-mid May, so a lot of my time is taken up studying for those. While I enjoy writing, I don't put horsewords before studies. This means progress is slow-ish, but steady. I'd guess 500 words per day is my current rate of writing.
With that, have a snippet to make up for last post's lack of content.
She cleared her throat and sat cross-legged, waiting for me to become more lucid. She was stoic as she always was, but I knew it was a false face. Just like Maddie, she knew every detail of what happened when Shell came to visit. She failed me, and she knew it.
"How are the Apples doing?" I asked.
She opened her mouth to speak. I pointed a hoof at her.
"Shut up." I said.
"I'm sorry." she said.
I breathed a sigh and looked around the room. I don't know why I did that, since it always looked the same.
I said: "I don't particularly care about what happens to me. I'll take a broken leg, or a face full of glass, or psychological damage as and when it comes, and you can be sure that I'll be back in the thick of it before too long. But, I do care about what happens to the Apples. So, when I asked you for assurance that they would be safe, not just from you, but from everything, I figured it wouldn't be too much a stretch of the imagination that you'd fucking do it."
I licked my dry lips and tasted salt. I wished that someone would bring me a drink and put a cigarette in my mouth. Ashen Smoke said nothing.
"How could you let this happen?" I asked. "How could you miss it?"
She drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"We had no reason to suspect that that agent would do something so rash. He was going on five years of experience, a damned special agent in-charge. And he had supervisory special agent by his side who should have stopped him. It was a million in one chance. We rolled the dice and lost, it's that simple. I'm sorry, Anon, but that's the truth of it."
"You're telling me that things turned out like they did on a one in a million chance?" I asked. If you could calculate the odds, you'd find that they were much more favorable than a million to one. I guessed my letters changed those odds.
"Yes."
