Cremation was the only choice for Kate as no trace of Carol’s doppelganger could be left behind. George Bradshaw, the local crematorium owner, made sure it was done discreetly.
Karen remained somber on the way home. Inside she sat beside the window, looking out across the fields. The final harvest would be in soon, adding to our stores, which will last for several years, according to Mr. Wilcox, who has assured me of a compound tour now that I have time to properly focus on farm life.
Last week, the baby room was completed with help from the Elysian woman’s club, and Karen painted, then repainted our bedroom until she finally found a color she liked. Her nesting urges have been on full display, and for the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to live in a house full of love.
The truth is, the whole compound has been a hive of activity as more members make their way to the farm. It’s been all hands on deck, with most planning to stay permanently this year. The fear of a worldwide blackout has been growing as a consensus between tribal leaders has failed to materialize. On the one hand, we have power and all the conveniences it brings. On the other, we have a surveillance world with nowhere to hide.
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.