Continued from scene seventeen
The phone rang before I could ask another question and Karen quickly picked up the phone. Saying nothing, she listened, then responded, “I understand. Will Kieth be there as well?’
“Thank You, Linda. We will be there soon.”
“Be where?” I asked.
Placing her phone on the counter, she replied, “We’re moving to our farm house.”
“We have a house?”
“We have a lot of things. But that’s for another time.”
“And we have to go right now, today?”
“Yes, doctors orders.”
“You seem worried. What’s going on?”
“I’m vulnerable while pregnant. Now go pack. I’m running out of time and patients.”
Stunned by her sharpness, I felt like a child being sent to my room. But I packed anyway, and two hours later, we were sitting in a house with property butting up against the Decker farm. In fact, all of the property surrounding ours was owned by Elysian members.
“You know, you could have given me a little heads up on the move.”
“I’m sorry, but I had more pressing issues.”
“Like what?”
Reports from France suggest outliers are stoking privacy fears to try and gain support for a strike against the technocracy.
“What kind of strike?”
“The kind that leaves us in the dark.”
“Grid-down?”
“Shifters may have already embedded themselves within the power companies. If we fail to hold our union together, It will happen.”
“On second thought, I don’t need a heads up; I’ll just be over here in the corner.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“THEN DON’T LEAVE ME OUT OF DECISIONS THAT INVOLVE OUR FAMILY!”
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 Ten.
Timothy French 