Continued from scene fifty-seven
By morning I was feeling a little pissed. Jeff thinks he has a trusting wife, but she’s not. And Karen scanned my memories without a second thought. Was privacy a thing of the past?
Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, was my conclusion.
“Good morning Babe,” said Karen as she walked past, with a glancing kiss.
“Good Morning,” I replied, my brain quickly scanning hers.
Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, my words flowing right back at me. She knows.
“Sweetie, I’ve been playing this game my entire life.
“Dammit, Karen, we have to trust one another.”
“I trust you.”
“I’ve heard that before. But you scanned my memories as soon as I walked through the door last night.”
“And you had your friends lie for you.”
“You wouldn’t have known without a scan.”
“Doc’s a terrible liar. Remember?” I had probable cause.
“Coffee?”
“Sure, my head is beginning to hurt.”
“Don’t drink so much next time.”
“It’s not the booze?”
“Christian, I’m a complicated woman. Maybe you should tackle someone else’s thoughts for a while. The Jenkins boy just turned seven.”
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 