Rita Walker (Blog Twenty-eight): By Dan Watt and Taylor Norris
Aesop’s Fables are full of animal characters meant to teach morals. In Rita Walker the elementals and mythological characters are meant to represent the connection between the Earth and its atmosphere and all of life. Enjoy the fictional representation but don’t forget the real policies and technologies out there that are beneficial.
“Get away from me!” Rita hears the man named Norm cry out. She also hears a very faint buzzing sound.
There’s the sound of scuffling and something falling over.
“Get back here!” she hears Norm shout with a voice full of violence. “I’ll kill you bee!” he says with a hiss.
A door slams as the honeybee flies with a wounded wing onto her back. Rita hops down the duct work to where it curves up towards the second storey ceiling.
Back outside she feels a gust of wind pressing her down. As the wind dies down the honey bee becomes a crow. The crow rolls its left shoulder and Rita can see it has some damaged feathers. The crow flaps its wings, grabs her in its claws and flies clumsily down to the tree where Rita had changed.
Rita climbs atop the soil that consists of the rest of her body and changes back into her human form. The crow hops onto her left forearm. Rita dashes to the front of the building where she can feel another swirl of air. The crow hops off her arm and in a moment turns back into the young women.
“I couldn’t sting him as a honeybee or I would be dead,” the young woman says in a frustrated voice. “So I buzzed him in the ear until the woman could get away. But he hurt my left shoulder.”
In the parking lot by an old red hybrid Echo, Rita sees a woman in her mid-thirties fighting off a much taller man. Rita watches in surprise as the young woman runs behind the man and simultaneously grabs the back of his collar while punching him in the centre of his back with her other hand. The man crumbles to the ground with a gasp. Before Rita can reach her the young woman strikes the man in the temple with her elbow. By the time she gets there the man is lying motionless on the ground. Rita looks for some kind of movement around his chest. She kneels beside the man and places her hand by his mouth. He’s breathing.
“Are you okay?” the young women asks the woman called Wendy.
“Yes,” Wendy replies with a shaky voice. She whips out her cell phone and Rita sees her dial 9-1-1.
“I have to go,” the young woman says.
“We can’t,” Rita tells her. “We have to be witnesses or nothing will happen and he might attack her or someone else.”
Rita hears the man grumble and start to sit up. She gasps as the young women kicks him in the head sending him back to the ground unconscious. “I hate bullies,” the young woman says.
“Who are you?” Rita asks.