Medusa's morning ride

Morning was an exaggeration, it was still night, according to Medusa. The sun was waiting to rise, had just begun to paint the sky pink to herald its arrival, when Medusa stopped the bike in front of the house where the clinic was located. It was not what she had expected, not at all, she had guessed one of those modern glass buildings, but this nice little house at Gandalf Street 56 in the outskirts of Carthago looked more like it would host bakeries and law firms than a surgery clinique.

And she was nervous, there was no denial to that, Medusa felt like her hair tentacles were playing around in her belly as well as around her head and she had a tense feeling in her back. There was a mist from the air duct in front of the house, swirling around that tree like a pole dancer. She didn't know if it was a good or bad sign but then she forced her to shrug, to power up the engine again and drive the last few metres up to the house. On the way she did a circling movement scaring away some crows which had settled on the street now when there was hardly any traffic yet. Medusa hated crows almost as much as she hated the gods.

When she entered the clinic a commuting train passed overhead and made the surroundings tremble almost like an underground, and she felt that the city was awake in spite of the early morning. And hopefully soon she would be able to look Faro in the eyes for real for the very first time. She so owed him that!

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Tools used: DAZ, Photoshop, Terragen, Fantasy