Continued from scene sixty-one
When I arrived home later that day, dinner was ready, and Karen sat across from me, her lips accentuated in red.
“How did your day go?”
“Fine.” I answered cautiously.
“Just fine?”
“Yep.”
“Baby, what’s wrong.”
“What’s wrong with you? A black dress, red lipstick, dinner. What’s the catch?”
“No catch. I just wanted to make up for the way I acted last night. That’s all.”
“No need; like I said, I’m fine.”
“Don’t be like that. Talk to me.”
“We kissed when I walked through the door, so you already know. Now, if you will excuse me. Billy Jenkins wore my man brain down this afternoon. And I need a nap.”
“I did not read you.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you say I did?”
“I wanted to hear you say it.”
“Why?”
“Because I prefer your voice over your thoughts, the mystery of your smile, and unknown whispers from beautiful red lips.”
She blushed silently.
“Karen, I will never read you from this point on, and I do not want to be read. Understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, “you have my word.”
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 