RP post silent_jericho

follows this, and this

Wherever Joe was, his phone flared with a message. /Joe. Call me. NOW./

RP Post Rose_blade

Wherever Rose was, if she had her cell phone, it rang, and the number she had for her father was written across the screen.

Rp Post for lady_kane, silent_jericho, and rose_blade

Directly from here.

He moved, down to the car, absent courtesy to get his wife's door first, and start across the traffic to reach their son. "This isn't her style, quite. Though she's hardly opposed to large-scale damage, it wouldn't have been this way."

TM prompt 235: Show us where you live

((latest post in the ongoing storyline. All muses mentioned used with stated consent))

Normally, the view around his home was enough to make him smile and turn his head to watch the long grass out here away from the river-side fields sway under the hard blue of the savanna sky. Or it would draw his eye to look for the game that moved in this part of the day; bushback and gazelle and zebra.

If not those, the beauty of this land would draw his eye to pick out the familiar shapes of the acacia and sausage trees--old friends now, and sometimes fought for; to see the tall, dark blue-grey rise of Mt. Elgon and the preserve in the western distance... not today. The savanna went by almost unseen, barely noticed, barring the wary eye kept out for danger.

( smoke and ash )