Remembering her lessons, Anna popped out from behind the cover with both hands on the pistol. She lined up her sights, and paused. This target was not an oversized raft, she was about to engage a living, breathing… human? — Are they even a threat? Can I live with it?#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/zVtFBTWQfJ

— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 19, 2020

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While it was good news that solid ground at hand, the feminine form that kept her at bay was worrisome. The interaction between this potential imaginary construct, and the environment unnerved her, violating all she knew about the fog. — It has a mind of its own.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/aQX3bzgBci

— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 19, 2020

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“I’m just a faded memory of what once was, some might argue that I belong in a… museum. You’re the closest thing to a human that I’ve come across in centuries.”
“So why help me?” Anna asked.
“Compassion remains one of our biggest strengths,” Evelyn said.#AmEditing #WritersCafe pic.twitter.com/xklfrzJRoT

— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 19, 2020

Disclaimer: This excerpt is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.