Shift – Standoffish

Continued from scene three

As we entered the hallway, I reached for Karen’s hand, but she quickly pulled back.

“Don’t touch me until I give you permission. And walk behind, not beside. Understand?”

“No, I don’t. Did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head no, and we continued on to Georgio’s Pizza without another word, where we took a table by the window. Outside, the streets were beginning to fill with evening shoppers.

“Why are you so standoffish?”

“I’ll tell you at seven o’clock, and not a minute sooner. Now let’s order before it gets crowded.”

We got an all-veggie with onions, green peppers, black olives, mushrooms, sliced tomatoes, and broccoli; my favorite, or at least, it used to be. Karen looked at me with a grin and ordered another. A meat-lovers, extra-large.

“Have you talked to Scottie lately?”

“No, he’s still pissed, thinks I made a mistake giving up my job for you.”

“Well, you are an out-of-work freeloader living in my condo.”

“Ha Ha.”

Her comment, said jokingly, did hit home for a moment. After all, it was true. But having the ability to shapeshift allows me to get any job I want.

“Let’s walk up to Duck’s after we eat for a few drinks?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Duck’s had a row of bright yellow outdoor seating where we sat, and people watched. A few girls even looked at me until Karen’s burning eyes met theirs.

Turning my attention to my watch, I said, “It’s—.”

“I know what time it is,” she responded.

Continue to scene five

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter seven.

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