Nancy (part 3 of 3)

Nancy

“Because that wasn’t my revolution. My revolution is here,”

Elroy

“So when did you come to Spain?”

“I hitchhiked to Spain about a month ago to get a taste of real revolution.”

“Then why are you coming back?” Nancy asked.

“Because that wasn’t my revolution. My revolution is here.” Elroy was referring to the riots in the Polished City that was his 'revolution'. That was Elroy’s reason for coming with Ador, Nancy, and Matin.  Each of the others who came had their own reasons.  Fewer members of Adors group joined them than Ador had expected. But the 100 Newtopian Coin provided by Nancy to each persuaded anyone who was undecided before they left the shanty village of Water in Spain to join them.  The Newtopian currency could pay for a lot in Europe and almost everything in America. 

Nancy had been lent 10,000 coin by her almost-sister-in-law.  It was an easy decision leaving 5,000 of that for Sumeet and his family last week but it was a big financial hit. He said ‘thank you’ the only way he could days later over the phone just before Nancy and the group left for Italy , “I couldn’t think you were going to need my help, Hope, you were always so strong.”  There was no remorse in his voice on the other line just tired death. Something impeded his exhale and he coughed violently and briefly, “you have to do what you have to do.”  She had wondered if that was the last time she would hear his voice.

All That Hubbub by Steve Roll at steverollart.com

The city grew in front of them.  It was no mirage when dense pockets of white and orange lights rose from the dark desert before them.  The Polished City looked polished, at least from a few miles away.  The group rendezvoused at a strip mall that was still outside of the city.  They parked at the back corner of the empty lot.

People exited their vehicles slowly and quietly at first.  Hap-hazard stretch positions formed or rigid postures were loosened.  Matin stretched horizontal and straight across the two front seats and across Nancy's lap.  Ador angled two boney legs out from her car door then stood from a single low bend.  Nancy could hear the crack from Ador’s back from her car.  Nancy looked up and heard the body in the back of the car stir.  Through the rearview mirror she could see Nate’s bushy black hair, light brown skin, and bright blue eyes looking back at her.  He was the son of a Newtopian investigator who had joined the Convoy for reason’s still unknown to Nancy.  She did not like that and was grateful he had slept for most of the trip.  Still, she could not turn from his blue marble stare.