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 for a few drinks after we eat.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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

Looking down, I saw my watch and 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 manuscript 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 nine.

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