Continued from scene sixty-four
Shapeshift with me, she said. You’ll love it, she said.
Jeff was right; I was losing it. And my old life was starting to look pretty good right now.
This underground labyrinth, the killing room, worldwide tribes ready to go to war with one anoth––
“Christian!” yelled Karen over the corridor speaker. “That’s enough. There will be no war.”
“Fuck! How did you do that without touching me? You promised not to read me. Remember?”
“You’re thinking out loud over the hallway security system, idiot. Now come to my office so we can talk.”
I lifted my finger toward the camera in preparation for my response, shook it a few times, then awkwardly twisted it around in a slow swirl until it was by my side again. I had nothing.
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 