Saturday, June 13, 2020
Welcome back to the riverside, my chuckaboos. The episodes of this serial keep getting shorter. I’m trying hard to make progress on the novel I began in November. I’m a research geek, and the deplorable Internet service I get from TDS is making my pace a hundred times slower.
Even though this is an extra-short segment, I managed to use one “random reader thing.” It’s goggles from Priscilla Bettis. What could be better for a steampunk story?
Here are links to the past few chapters:
We join Émeraude and Eliza, who are still at the public library in Cairo, Illinois. Without further ado…
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 37 — Stalk
Haze tarnished the sun beyond the library window. I wished Victor and Mr. Needleman would hurry to join us. However, my searching stare found no sign of the men among the people on the street below.
My eyes swept past the broken clock while Eliza talked with Jet, the librarian. Abruptly my gaze darted across the room to the broken clock. Had the hour hand just ticked down a notch?
Goggles were tucked discretely behind the emerald plumes on my hat. I moved the lenses down to magnify my view. Then I glided toward the clock as smoothly as I could, a huntress stalking. I stopped, having the feeling my movement was noticed.
Slowly, I moved my hand to touch the adjustment dial on the right lens of the goggles. I was right! A green speck moved along the clock’s broken arm. I turned the dial to enlarge the view even more.
A clockwork scarab turned in my direction. I felt it was looking right at me. As it turned, I saw the carved malachite gemstone on its back. It quickly scrabbled away, into the place where the clock’s hands were joined to the face.
The scarab had followed us from the boarded-up gallery. I had just tried to sneak up on it, but I was afraid the clockwork scarab was the one doing the real stalking.
End Chapter 37
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