I decided to set the 1920’s ghost/mystery story aside for a bit because I found a fantastic book at Chattacon called Your Psychic Powers and How to Develop Them by Hereward Carrington. It was originally published in 1920 and is such the perfect research material that I want to read it before continuing.
Meanwhile, I started a new story today with the working title of Cerbo en Vitra ujo .
Here are the current first thirteen lines.
Cerbo en Vitra ujo Behind the steady drone of garden’s humidifiers, Grete caught the woosh-snick of the airlock door opening. She kept her attention on her Sunset-Glory rose to give Kaj a chance to sneak up on her. His footsteps pounded between the raised beds, without a hint of stealth. Grete put her pruning shears down as he barreled around the Milhollen’s prize Emperor artichoke.
Something was wrong. Kaj’s chocolate skin seemed covered by a layer of ash. Gerta’s breath quickened to match his. “Kaj?”
He stopped short of her, rocking on his toes. “I don’t know what to do.”
She took his hand, cradling his long, delicate fingers. “What’s wrong?”
“Mom and Dad got me an in at a down-planet school.” He covered his face with his other hand. “Some scholarship came through.”
