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Macy’s anger took over. “Gee, Frank, why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’m soooooo sorry you’re stuck with me; your normal garden variety paranormal freak. You know, the one they gave you as a partner in your voluntary involvement on the Mesmeristic Normative Mindvision team in the CIA’s Special Activities Division? You know, that uber super- secret combo special ops team?” She snorted.

She turned and speared him to his seat with her glare. “What? I’m not “normal” enough for you?” Her voice nearly hit a fevered pitch before she reeled it back in. “Did you honestly think you were going to get involved with a team and get a “normal” partner?” she questioningly hissed, air-quoting with her fingers.

“If I didn’t know better, I would seriously think you were a plant, sent in just to mess us all up and get the group disbanded for real. You and I both know that absolutely can’t happen. If I didn’t know you better, I’d start to worry about your intent.”

Truth be told, Macy was getting worried- but not about Frank.

For starters, she was rapid-cycling, something she had never done before in such quick succession. Usually, she picked a time period and stuck with it; either past, present, or future. She couldn’t think of another situation when she had shuffled so quickly between them, and definitely not in such a short amount of time. It was like the time-changing was on speed dial.

She was also trying not to worry about what it meant that somehow, she had sort of taken Frank with her the last time. What he saw in her eyes wasn’t a reflection of what was going on behind him at the gym. Nope. What he saw was the reflection of the explosion that had gotten her hair smoldering.

Weird thing was, it was astral projection not of the present- but of the past. And she had somehow taken him along for the ride.

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I’m baaaack! Did you miss us? 😆 

I was really excited when Trifecta gave us the opportunity to just write a few weeks ago. And then life got in the way and I didn’t actually get time to do it. *sigh* 333 words, however, I can crank out pretty easily, fitting it into my morning schedule without too much issue.

If you’re new or have missed parts to this never-ending saga of fun, click on this Gunz-N-Roses link here or the tab on each page to read the rest of the story.

Week 26 of Trifecta’s writing challenge word is:

NORMAL (noun)

1: a : a normal line

b : the portion of a normal line to a plane curve between the curve and the x- axis

2: one that is normal

3: a form or state regarded as the norm : standard

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Frank grinned in agreement. Only Macy could sit there with smoldering hair, chanting like a witch and then remember wanting wet wipes after licking the frosting from her fingers.

He wasn’t completely unready, though. Stuffing his hand between his seat and the console, his fingers twined down, reaching for his hidden stash.

I’m nothing if not prepared, he thought as his fingers caught the little square packet. Thank goodness for take-out. Although, that wasn’t the best chicken I’ve ever eaten, Frank frowned. Grasping the packet between his fingers, he passed it over to Macy, his fingers lingering a questionable moment longer than necessary.

Macy fumbled as she tried to open the packet. It wasn’t working. Despite her fingers being sticky, she couldn’t seem to get a grip on the corner and rip it open.

Frank watched her trembling fingers. What the hell is going on now, he wondered. Was there something in the smoke from her hair making her high? Is her blood sugar going through the roof because of the cake?

With trepidation, he leaned over, steadying her hands with his. Fingers on the corner of the packet, he gripped and tore. One fluid motion and the packet was open. He waited for her to pull it out.

Aw, hell. What’s happening now? Frank wanted to know the cause of her reluctance to get the contents out of the packet. It almost took him back to another point and time……….

Shaking his head visibly, he said, “Macy? What’s wrong? It won’t bite, you know,” his voice barely audible.

Frank gasped when she turned and looked at him. He could see fireworks reflected in her eyes; confusion, fear, anger- longing? They were all there.

How could he not see? They were so obvious in her eyes; this display of intense conflict.

And then he saw something else. He saw the fireworks of the starry sky become a background for the fireworks consuming the building behind him.

“What the hell did your chanting do?”

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Happy 4th of July! It should come as no surprise that the prompt this week for the Trifecta writing challenge (week 34) is fireworks.  😆

If you’re new or have missed parts to this never-ending saga of fun, click on this Gunz-N-Roses link here or the tab on each page to read the rest of the story.

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