The Cloud Seeders

The Cloud Seeders

James Zerndt

Language: English

Pages: 131

ISBN: 1478209151

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Serve Your Country, Conserve Your Water, Observe Your Neighbor

This is the slogan of the Sustainability Unit and of a country gone eco-hysterical. After nearly twelve months without rain and the hinges of the world barely still oiled, Thomas and his younger brother, Dustin, set out across a drought-ridden landscape in search of answers. What they discover
along the way will change their lives, and their country, forever.

Into the Dim (Into the Dim, Book 1)

UnSouled (Unwind, Book 3)

Dragon and Liberator (Dragonback Series, Book 6)

Alien Child

UnDivided (Unwind, Book 4)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She's got her pencil out, is staring holes through the window at one of the cops. "I can file a complaint," I say, but she turns her shoulders away. "Or I could talk to his superior. That might do something. Get him demoted." "Probably get the asshole promoted," she hisses under her breath. I keep quiet since all I seem to be accomplishing is making things worse. Dustin, too, seems to sense this, hasn't said a word since we started Juicing. To fill the silence, I turn the radio on. They're.

Just like eggs." "Spit!" It's Dustin's favorite game. Something he used to play with Dad. It goes quiet again, though I can almost hear Dustin gloating. He's a horrible winner. "Do girls like guys who talk a lot?" "Why? Do you talk a lot?" "No. That's why I'm asking. Duh." I can make out Jerusha raking her hair with her fingers, the way she does when she's mulling something over. "Let me put it this way," she says. "A lot of girls like loud, confident guys. But guys like that usually don't.

Finger into something mushy that I'm hoping is his eye. Whatever it is, it does the trick. His teeth release my hand. "I've…got…the needle," I hear Dustin rasp out from somewhere nearby, and, before I can tell him to be careful with it, Dumb cop screams. It's a girly scream. So much so that it makes my earlier scream sound like it came from a lumber jack. The lights come back on just as I'm tightening a strangle-hold around what I hope is Dumb cop's neck. The first thing I see is the needle.

Go, D. For Mom and Dad." When he doesn't budge, I add, "For me, Dustin. Please?" He looks at me and his eyes seem so full of pain, so full of unwanted hate, that I think maybe it is too late, that maybe I've already lost him and have been kidding myself all this time. "You're the weak one now," he says to Dumb cop and lowers the gun. "You're the loser. You. Not us. Understand?" "We'll see," Dumb cop says, but the way he says it, it's almost like he's trying to convince himself of something.

Walks over to Dustin and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. And your shirt." Dustin does as he's told, and, after, Jerusha kisses the top of his head. The way she does it is so soft, so strangely out of place, that it reminds me of something a mother might do after a child's skinned a knee. Once Jerusha finishes fashioning a makeshift tourniquet around Dumb cop's leg, she turns to the other cop and says, "We're not going to hurt you. I know that's probably hard to believe right now, but.

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