Eve and Me (working title)
1st draft November 2007 (NaNoWriMo winner: 50,000 words in 30 days!)
A woman, fed up with her almost debilitating monthly visits from Aunt Flo, gets a ride on a time machine and travels back to have a little talk with first woman Eve about that apple.
Ignore typos if you can. (smile)
Carra drug herself out of bed the next morning, wondering why she even got up this early. Whenever she thought this, she pinched herself. The pain always reminded her. It could be worse. She performed her ritual and headed out the side door. It was a little cooler than it usually was for that time of year. She pulled her ear muff down around her forehead and ears.
As she walked the length of the driveway, she thought back to the meeting yesterday. She thought she was afraid of philosophy when over the past fourteen hours, all she could think about was the government and how they could make things disappear…make people disappear. Gern had been so secretive that it bothered the heck out of Carra. There were no memos or discussions of a make up meeting to finish up regular business. It bothered her more and more as the hours passed and she found herself awake well after one in the morning. Now it was four-thirty. She was not exhausted because she hardly slept. Her adrenaline was still running high. She didn’t even feel the cold on her cheeks. Nor did she see the black car idling at the end of her driveway.
Carra almost fell head first onto the gravel drive as she reached to pick up the morning paper. She looked up to see Jennifer waving to her from the black sedan blocking the driveway. She was smiling.
“Good morning,” she said. “I was almost going to leave. But then you came to me, so I decided to wait on you.”
“What are you talking about? I came to you…Jennifer it’s almost 5 a.m. What are you doing here? That’s not your car is it?” Carra squinted in the darkness of the morning.
“No. I found out who…well, what military department printed this report.” Jennifer waved the sheets of paper. “Get in.”
Carra hesitated a moment before getting into the passenger seat and rolling up the window. Jennifer put the car into drive.
“Wait, where are we going? I don’t even have any keys or money or ID,” Carra protested.
“Good, then they’ll have fingerprint us. That’ll give us time to look around or eavesdrop,” Jennifer smiled excitedly and pulled away from the drive.
“What are you talking about?”
“I found the time machine.”
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