Continued from scene sixty-three
“So let me get this straight. In the coming weeks, I’m getting married, going on a honeymoon, and attending a shifters LARP with my pregnant wife. Carrying a weapon not made of foam?”
“That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“Christian, I’d be losing my shit, too, if I were you.”
“You know, I liked your one-word answer better.”
“Doc, this boy needs a bachelor party soon, or he’s not going to make it to the wedding. Look at him. He’s a mess.
“Got it all set up for next Friday if he can hold it together until then.”
“I can hold it together.”
Nicky looked at the three of us, shaking her head. “Christian’s character profile. Fool. Jeff’s character profile. Fool. Doc’s character pro––.”
“Don’t say it if you want to keep your job.”
“You can’t function without me, Doc.”
She was right, and he knew it as she walked by him on her way out.
“I thought someone was bringing breakfast?” he bellowed.
“Me too. Christian, call that wife of yours and see what the hold up is.”
As I closed the door behind me, I overheard them both.
“He’s not coming back, is he?”
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.