The Wish of the Damned Sneak Peek

A small teaser of Chapter 1: Unbeknownst ---

“Where's your stop?” she asks, trying to be friendly.

Her psychologist, where she just came from, had just got through the regular session of castigating her. Well, it isn't her fault she is such a late bloomer. At twenty-six, she is still flat chested and thin hipped with no monthly flow at all. The doctors simply have no clue why, and so they keep on telling her she's just a late bloomer. Still, her psychologist had made a very loud point to her today, telling her she needs to open up, and so she's deciding to try.

“Two stops from here, I'm heading home from work.”

His voice is melodic and smooth, so very smooth, it's like listening to the running of a river. It makes her take a second look at him. She knows his stop and not because it's hers, but because it's quadrant nine – the rich section of Detroit. His hair is overgrown and he has a day or two's stubble on his chin. He wears a heavy duty plaid jacket and a filthy looking t-shirt underneath. His pants, a pair of dark blue suit pants, look like they have seen far too many years of misuse. She never would have guessed he was rich, maybe it's the point to his entire getup.

“Oh, I see, I'm going to quadrant twelve, but I live in fifteen.”

“The ghettos,” he says, his voice quiet. He turns to look more fully at her, “Why are you stopping in twelve? There's nothing there but warehouses and shit, do you work down there?”

She was quite sure he meant shit literally. “No, there's a bar there that I like to go to.”

He isn't wrong about calling fifteen the ghettos as the quadrant has more homeless in it than the rest of Detroit combined. Still it hurt to hear it called that. Her apartment is cozy, and she keeps it together, she even has a small ladies .32 caliber revolver – it cost her almost a year's worth of her menial salary to get it – to help her defend against unwelcome guests. The .32 being the second largest gun civilians are allowed to carry with the largest being a .38. She's quite proud that she has it.

She can't think of anything else to say to him, so the silence draws on as they near his stop.