From tonight’s revisions:
Farther north, they saw their first lynchings. Women and men alike hung naked from overpasses. Their crimes were carved into their torsos. The knife writing was opaque crytography to Jaimie as they passed under the bodies.
However, if the birds didn’t get in the way and if the flesh was not rotted through or torn too badly to decipher, Anna read aloud: “Looter…thief…Adulterer…looter…looter…killer…carrier…looter…thief…fool.”
“I’ll turn around. We’ll find another road as soon as I see a spot for a U-turn.” But there was no such spot and no time.
Ahead, a man in camouflage stood on an armoured personnel carrier. He wore a gas mask. The large glass circles for eyes made him look like a bulky praying mantis. He pointed his machine gun at the line of cars.
Jack felt a long icicle of fear pierce her diaphragm. “Anna, switch places with Jaimie! Quickly!”
~ Robert Chazz Chute is the author of This Plague of Days. His friends call him Mr. Sunshine.