The phone rang before I could ask another question.
“I understand Kieth, we’ll be there tonight.”
“Be where?” I asked.
“We’re moving to our house out by the farm.”
“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, 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.”
Reports from France suggest the 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.”
“Their 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!”
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.