Orderly Chaos

Chapter 8 — W and C have a conversation over chamomile tea and crumpets

Nobody

"Do you think she’ll do it when the time comes?”

“Of course she will. She will live up to her name.”

“…and if she doesn’t?”

“She will.”

“WHEN THE MOMENT COMES, DO YOU THINK SHE WILL PULL THE F$%^ING TRIGGER?”

“Greed…om? For money? Of course she will. She will live up to her name. It is written,” calmly she placed the cup of tea on the table before standing up. She walked toward the door “Oh, and by the way,” she said dryly “I don’t care what your name is, if you ever raise your voice at me again, I’ll show you what real wrath is.”

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This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.

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