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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “stuff”.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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“Got it. I am working at the moment,” Apollo reminded.
“Not the first time you blew off work and still managed to get the sun across the sky.”
“Yeah, yeah. Heathrow. Be there shortly.”
“See you soon.”
Apollo ended the call then shoved the cell in his pocket with a sigh. He tapped a button or two on the steering wheel then let go of it. The car stayed steady on its path without his direction.
He looked at Deidre then smiled. It looked forced. “I have some family stuff to deal with. You can either keep riding here in the skies.” He fell silent for a moment then sucked in his breath. “Or you can come meet my family. We could probably use your help.”
Deidre grinned back at him. It almost hurt her cheeks. “Your family. I definitely want to meet your family. Will your car be alright without you?”
Apollo shrugged. “My uncle’s not wrong. I built it to run on its own. Besides, if I take too long, I can call Helios to take over for me. I’ll have to hear him bitch about it but between that and the end of the world, I’ll listen to the old man whine.” He offered his hand again to her. “Hold on. We’re about to disappear.”
She laid her palm against his. She loved the feel of his fingers around hers. “What do you mean dis…”
One moment she was nestled in the passenger seat of the sports car. The next, her feet landed on the hard asphalt service.
She glanced around her at the massive buildings and airplanes standing still. The sounds of screaming turned her attention to one aircraft in particular. A pool of inky black swallowed its nose. There were creatures crawling from the murky substance onto the exterior of the plane.
No, not creatures. Humans. Humans decked out in some rather wild clothing and some nasty looking weaponry. She blinked hard hoping the illusion would disappear.
Nope. Still there.
She turned to Apollo and pointed at the scene before them. “What the bloody hell is that?”
“That is a tear in reality,” Apollo answered. “I’ll have to answer any other questions later.”