The directions she gave to Decker’s house followed a tractor path between fields of various crops. In one stood an abanded farmhouse where I saw Mr. Wilcox waving.
“Thought you were going to pass me by for a minute there. Can you give me a lift to Doc’s? I stepped on a nail.”
“Sure, hop in. What were you doing in there anyway? Looks like the place is about to fall down.”
“Looks are deceiving around here, friend. What you see and don’t see are equally important. And I reckon it’s okay for me to tell you about it, seeing as you’re one of us now.
“Underneath this land of ours is a labyrinth of hidden tunnels connecting rooms filled with supplies and weapons. And that old house is one of many secret entrances.; as time goes by, I’ll show you around the place. But right now, I have a foot that needs tending.”
“I’d appreciate it. Karen has set my training aside for the time being. So I’m feeling a little lost.”
“Don’t you worry, Mrs. Wilcox, and I will fill you in on everything you need to know.”
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.
Timothy French 