Tainted Milk #2

January 30, 2009

I’ve been working on this novel for so long now that I’ve decided to approach it differently to see if  I can enjoy more success. I’m going to try starting at the end and work backwards. This is an explosive and emotional excerpt from the final, but as yet unnumbered, chapter of Tainted Milk.

Garrison threw his arms around the Replicon Assassin and they embraced boldly and tenderly.

“I owe you my life, you son of a bitch.” wheezed Garrison. The weather vein had just missed his stomach and all his major organs but it was still quite restricting on his breathing.

“Hey!” said the Replicon Assassin sharply, but with a clandestine hint of humour that suggested that he wasn’t actually mad. “That’s no way to talk about our Mom.”

“Our Mom?” reeled Garrison, spluttering blood. As I said, the weather vein that now impaled Garrison to the gigantic milk container had miraculously missed all major organs, but Garrison was still bleeding internally from the injuries he sustained when he had jumped in front of the Replicon Assassin who was being shot at by the Mayor, using himself as a human shield. “What do you mean, our Mom?” but deep down, Garrison already knew the answer. The Replicon Assassin looked deeply into Garrison’s eyes with the kind of stare that could only be half robot.

“John Garrison, there’s something I have to tell you…” but Garrison quickly silenced him with a swift finger to his lips.

“Shhh… You don’t have to explain a thing… Brother.”

With the government now dead and the infected milk supplies destroyed, Garrison was quickly elected Prime Minister of Ireland. But how long would the peace last?

…Not Also, But Only.


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