Medusa's Scream Melanie Jackson Orca currents ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS
In memory of my mother who gave me my love for history And to our ancestors who were irresistibly adventurous if impractical enough to fight on Charlie’s side lo these four centuries ago MJ
Down too fast into darkness The chill air whipped at my face jammed the 3-D glasses against my eyeballs I gripped the sides of the car It wasn’t the drop that scared me I’d been on thrill rides before It was not being able to see The train wrenched to the left Even safety-clamped to my seat I lurched sideways A loud shrill scream rang out Its echo was even more agonizing a howling like the cries of the dead I pressed my hands over my ears A huge green head blazed out of the darkness It was a woman with snakes writhing from her scalp Her slithery head loomed larger closer The snakes lunged at me Blood dripped from their fangs It was all a cartoon I knew that All the same I started sweating The woman opened her mouth I braced for another loud shrill
