Flash of Radio and a Chivalrous Rescue

They just look GOOD, don't they?

Beloved Big Cats, a sundown shout out from the tame prairie...oh, how exquisitely lovely the pink-hued horizon lit up one of those blue skies that speaks to your soul.

Oh, the times they are a-changing, my Kittens... drastically changing... the Kougaress feels like she is on a high wire and mighty winds are buffeting her... there is nothing to catch her below, except a deep, deep dark ravine... in several years nothing will look the same... what we have known, what we have grown up with... gone, gone with a wind so violent historians will never be able to do it justice... unless, there is INTERVENTION from the Divine... unless...

How’s that for the opening to a novel? Or, maybe the Kougar will use it in her Black Wolf love story.

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Is chivalry dead?
By Dee Carney
Welcome to Flash Fiction Sunday!

Moi’s flashie ~

From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Radio for the Star-Crossed Lover

One ~
“To start my radio game of star-crossed love and lust. I’ll share why I have arrived at this moment. It’s tragically simple. No love. No lust. No real man. I want one, a real man...yes, real love and real lust.
“I have this one fantasy, to outline it for you...the sexy handsome super-powers alien man who is searching for his true love and lust mate...he lands here on Earth...and well, the rest is the best of an adventurous romantic novel.
“Or a night-inspiring fantasy, if you get my pleasure-meaning, ladies.
“What are your night-inspiring fantasies, ladies?

Two ~
“What do you passionately crave from an intergalactic lover?
“What do you erotic-crave?
“What does your heart desire?
“Ladies, roll the star dice, spin romance fortune’s wheel, this is your chance at Otherworld love. Who wants to play?
“Oh, by the way, George Noory eat your heart out. You wouldn’t play. You wouldn’t bring intergalactic lovers together with a special hotline. Just for one night. So here I am. You lose, George.
“Ladies, we’ll be back for your calls...” Everything blinked to black. No one moved. No back-up power whirred on. Only the rush of their breaths echoed around them.

Three ~
In the heavier-than-lead silence, Sylfann took off her head phones.
“I take it we’re not on the air,” she quietly stated. Her nerves sizzled on the high-heat setting.
‘Sylfann, come with me. Now.’
“Who’s that?” Her body danced on a razor’s edge.
‘Behind you. Come with me.’
Glass shattered loudly. Sylfann froze. A brutal wacking began on the building’s street-level door, immediately followed by slashing wacks on the back door. Around her, the pounding echoed savagely.
Shocked out of her mind, Sylfann burst upwards,
“This is the FBI.” The bull-horning voice menaced. “Do not move. We are entering the building.”

Four ~
“Stay where you are. Do not resist. You will not be harmed.”
Not believing that for a second, Sylfann tried to remember another way out. Her thoughts raced as if on a speedway as she stepped backwards.
Two strong hands gripped her shoulders. Sylfann jumped, screaming like a cornered animal.
Reassuringly, the hands remained on her shoulders. “Come with me. If you want to save your life,” a man’s voice whispered in her ear.
Whoever he was or the FBI? Sylfann thought quantum fast. She grabbed her bag from the back of her chair. “Okay.”
‘Turn around. Hold onto me.’

Five ~
“Telepathy?” she whispered, obeying.
The two doors crashed open, banging like explosions against the walls. Sylfann flinched, flattening herself on the man’s very virile chest.
More glass shattered, the shards raining down on her. Sylfann threw her arms around the man’s neck, feeling the imprint of his hunky body against hers, delicious in any other circumstance.
The man’s arms tightly embraced her. To her wicked surprise, they slowly levitated upwards. Don’t think, Sylfann told herself. Just hang on.
A horde of footsteps pounded up the two stairways.
Sylfann squeezed her eyes shut as they sailed higher.

Six ~
Below her, she heard gagging and coughing. ‘Oh, god, tear gas! Her friends, no!’
‘Do not breathe. Kiss me.’
Holding her breath, Sylfann lifted her face. A man’s lips clamped on her lips, fantastic feeling lips, but they weren’t kissing her.
“Where is she?” the bullfrog-gravelly shout demanded.
His lips sealed on hers like superglue and her beyond-strange savior’s grip tightened. A whirr-buzzing sound surrounded them, and it felt as if they surged through glue. Sylfann felt a sucking sensation as they slid, then rose swiftly in the cool night air.
He unclamped her lips. Sylfann breathed hard and fast.

Seven ~
She clung, her lungs pumping, her heart pounding out of her chest. Questions and her fears raced each other, stumbling over each other to reach her lips.
They shot forward suddenly, angling ever higher. As they rocketed somewhere, Sylfann caught glimpses of the city’s blazing lights. Skyscrapers disappeared looking wavy-fuzzy. If she hadn’t been hellishly scared out of her mind, she would have enjoyed the superman ride.
Heavy, violent, the throb vibrated her body. Sylfann shot her gaze toward the sound. “Oh my god! A black helicopter!”
‘Three. We are close.’
Transfixed, Sylfann watched one helicopter dive, and charge them.

Eight ~
Burying her face in his amazingly muscled chest, she clung like a scaredy-cat.
They streaked downward and Sylva dared a peek. Fast, furious, they wove through the city’s maze of buildings. Roller coaster, Sylfann told herself. Pretend it’s a roller coaster.
The nasty throb of the three helicopters pulsed through her, only diminishing as they slowed, then almost hovered. Sylfann glanced around, seeing an odd tunnel. Delivery-truck large, it silvery gleamed.
Utterly intrigued, she stared at the horseshoe-shaped opening that appeared to be self-illumining.
Deeper and deeper, they floated inside, but to where?
“You’re not from around here,” she stage-whispered.

Nine ~
“Earth, I mean,” she added.
‘Neither are you.’
Stunned to the soles of her feet, Sylfann had no clue what to think. Did he mean because she’d recently moved to the outskirts of Chicago?
‘We are landing. You must stay in my arms.’
‘No problem,’ she tried.
‘Good girl.’
Sylfann felt his amusement while her feet landed on a surface. Looking down, she saw a circular platinum-colored platform. Glancing up quickly, she ran her gaze over him. He wore a black-film suit, similar to a scuba diver. Only his eyes and his mouth were visible.
‘Don Johnson lips.’
“Don Johnson?’

Ten ~
“Miami Vice. Where are we?’
‘The Hub. Remain still.’
‘The Hub?’
Whoosh! The sound whirled around Sylfann. Somehow, they spun upwards without spinning. Feeling car sick, Sylfann clenched her eyelids, and prayed she didn’t puke on Mr. Super Mysterious Man.
Hating her helplessness, she hung onto him like a frightened child.
When everything stopped, when she stood on something solid, she opened her eyes. Blinking, she saw a Star Trek-like bridge, the down-sized version.
Aware he still held her flush against his hunky body, she realized why. Buzzing seized her brain. Dizziness consumed her whole. Then, it was lights out.
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Part 455 ~

Sylva felt wonky-shaky inside. “One of you three is one of them. One of the Secret Circle.” She hauled in a breath. “And, if someone doesn’t come clean... Lariat, where is he?” Aunt Martha shifted and Sylva figured she took a look. “Lariat is sittin’ on the varmint. He’s hailing Nevada. The cavalry’s arrived.” Not taking her eye off her target, Sylva asked, “Your dad?” From her peripheral vision, she caught her cowboy’s nod. “Yep, dad. He can transport the Secret Circle agent to our regional holdin’ center. Know who is who, darlin’?” Sylva decided on discretion. “I might. Then, again.”

Zeke concentrated on hearing everything that happened around him while keeping a steady aim. His own instincts clawed at him ruthlessly. The faster this latest Secret Circle attack was handled, the better. “Anyone wants to confess anything more, now is the time,” he quietly growled. “Unless, you want the attentions of the real experts.” Zeke heard the boots of the old-timer scrape the floor. “Hell’s whiskers, it is Nevada. He’ll recognize me.” Glancing quickly, Zeke saw his aunt’s scowl. “I don’t recognize you, ya ugly scoundrel.” She pinched his ear hard. “Ow! Dang it, woman. You didn’t frequent the Mesa Cantina.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 454 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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