The woman in the window

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Nick and Elsie looked around the interior of the condo with interest. They’d been house hunting for the past month and were beginning to believe that they’d never find something in town. Nick wanted to be close to work and with Elsie starting at the university in the fall, urban life was a necessity.

The realtor smiled at the young couple’s wide eyes. “This is the last place on today’s list, and I was saving the best for last. This is a two story unit, everything is new even though the building itself was built back in 2002. The first floor is great for entertaining, and the bedroom is on the second floor. The stairs are there, if you’d like to take a look?”

Nick and Elsie went up. Elsie gasped. “Nick, this is as big as our apartment out in the burbs,” she said.

“Elsie, don’t use that word. It makes you sound so uneducated,” Nick said, pulling on her braid. She giggled and swatted his hand away. The couple walked back downstairs. “How much do they want for it?”

“They’re asking one thirty for it,” the realtor said.

“What’s wrong with it?” Elsie asked.

“Elsie,” Nick began.

“Nick, we looked at the unit across the street two days ago. They’re asking two ten for the low end ones, which are worse than this one. I want to know what’s wrong with this unit that they’re selling it so cheap,” Elsie said.

The realtor hesitated, glancing down at her phone. She sighed. “I’m not supposed to tell you this. It could cost me my job if they find out I said anything. Two years ago, the last tenant of this condo was murdered by her boyfriend. They were arguing and he snapped. He beat her and then threw her through the window there.” She gestured at the huge plate glass window.

“That’s awful,” Elsie said.

“The company who manages the condos didn’t open the unit again until the beginning of this month. They’re desperate to fill it, but most people know what happened and won’t buy it,” the realtor said.

Nick and Elsie looked at each other. “Will they go down to one hundred even?” Nick asked.

The realtor looked surprised. “You’re still willing to offer? Even with what I told you?”

“It’s in the past. He’s not here. She’s gone. We need a place to live. If they’re willing to drop the price to keep us here, we’ll take it,” Nick said.

“Let me call down to the office.” The realtor dialed a number on her cell phone. She walked away from the couple, speaking quietly into the mouthpiece.

Elsie took Nick’s hand. “Are you okay with this, Elsie?” Nick whispered.

Elsie nodded. “It’s sad, but this place is perfect for us and we’re running out of time. It sucks it happened but it has nothing to do with us.”

The realtor returned. “The managers agree to your terms. They’re down in the office now, if you want to finalize today.”

“We’ll do it,” Nick said. “But we want to read all the rules first.”

“Right this way,” the realtor said, leading them out the door. Elsie glanced back over her shoulder and for a moment thought she saw a woman in the window. Shaking it off as just the reflection of her or the realtor, she turned her attention to the process she was now a part of.

Three weeks later, all of their furniture was in, the walls were decorated, and Elsie was in the process of cooking their first meal in their new home. Nick was reading the employee’s handbook for his new job as she brought him his plate.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at her and putting the book away. Elsie grinned and stood up. She gasped, her own food falling to the floor.

“Elsie, what’s wrong?” Nick asked, turning to look. He gave a strangled cry of horror.

A woman with long, dark hair stared back at them from the window. Her image wavered as if she were an old movie being projected on the screen. Rain falling down made it look like she was crying.

She watched them for several long moments before vanishing. “Nick,” Elsie whispered.

“Do you think?” Nick asked. Elsie nodded. “I’ll start house hunting again.” Elsie nodded again. She didn’t mind the thought of roommates, but a ghost was not something she wanted in her home.

Death brings new life

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Madalyn let the cold water drift across her skin. Her hair drifted in front of her eyes. She reached one hand up and pushed it out of the way. Her pale skin reflected the dim light that seeped down into the darkness from above.

Madalyn, where are you? The irritated voice in her head caught her attention. It was her father’s fifth wife, a sniveling slime of a female named Zoja.

Madalyn considered ignoring her. She wouldn’t get into trouble for it. Her own mother – an absolutely gorgeous female named Kanani – was first wife and therefore her offspring were sacrosanct as far as her father was concerned.

But ignoring her would upset her mother, and Madalyn knew that wouldn’t be good for her. Kanani was with child again, something the healers had advised against because of her age. Even the long lived Myr reached the end of viable child bearing years.

Madalyn shook her head. I’m here, Zoja. She flicked her tail and swam out into plain view.

You wicked creature. You shouldn’t be hiding from people. Especially at a time like this, Zoja said. She seemed far more agitated than usual.

At a time like what? Madalyn asked.

Your mother has gone into labor, you idiot, Zoja snapped. Madalyn didn’t stick around to hear anything else the other female had to say. She swam off at her top speed towards the network of sea sapphire riddled caves her family called home.

She ran into her brother almost as soon as she entered. Madalyn, where were you? Kiril asked.

Out thinking, Madalyn said. How is it going?

I don’t know. The healers have banned all but daughters from the birthing chamber, Kiril said.

Then that’s where I’m going, Madalyn said. She slid through the water with ease and reached the now guarded door. The healers knew who she was and let her in with only a nod. The serious look on their faces worried her.

Kanani was propped up in the sling, two healers fluttering around her, pressing on her distended stomach and upper tail. Madalyn’s two sisters, Yoana and Orna, were already in there. They held their mother’s hands. The agony in Kanani’s face made Madalyn wonder if she even realized her daughters were there.

Madalyn, there you are. The relief in Yoana’s voice was palpable. I need to help the healers. Come take mother’s hand.

Madalyn switched places with her sister. Yoana was a skilled healer in her own right, and often Kanani said she trusted her daughter over the healers her father brought in any time there was a need for medical aid.

Kanani’s struggle went on for hours. Her hold on Madalyn’s hand grew weaker until her fingers slipped free. Her head slumped down on her chest. The faint touch in her mind that Madalyn had always identified as “mother” vanished.

She’s gone, Yoana whispered into Madalyn’s mind. She was sure Orna was getting the same message.

Now what do we do? Orna asked.

We leave, Yoana said. Before father chooses another first wife. We’ll be relegated to less than servants. Remember what happened to Marlis’ children?

Madalyn shuddered. Marlis had been first wife before Kanani. Her children were too young to flee when she died. They’d been put to work in the worst jobs possible. Madalyn’s half brother – she no longer remembered his name – died from starvation. Her half sister, who’s name also slipped from her memory, had committed suicide after her brother’s death.

Yoana seemed to be conferring with the healers. Madalyn, where are we supposed to go? We have no allies outside of father’s caves, Orna said.

I don’t know, Madalyn said. She did have an idea where she was going. She just didn’t want her older sister tagging along. It was going to be dangerous enough without having someone who didn’t know how to blend in.

The healers will give us one hour to get out of here before they inform father, Yoana said. We have to move fast. The three sisters sped from the room. Madalyn spared one look back over shoulder at the now limp body of her mother before pushing herself even faster to her room.

Madalyn grabbed a bag that would look unusual to any Myr out of a locked chest hidden in her closet. She went over to a case of jewelry on the table next to her mirror and shoved it in the bag. Then she went to the wall and broke off several chunks of the sapphires. She felt the faint vibrations as the organisms died, but she knew dead or alive the sapphires would fetch a good price where she was going.

Madalyn left her father’s cave through a little used path and headed west. She swam for three days and nights, pausing only to catch a few fish to sate her hunger. She reached an area unfamiliar to most Myr, but well known to her.

Taking a few deep breaths, Madalyn surfaced. She kept her gills beneath the water as she looked around to get her bearings. At first all she could see was the surface of the water. She turned to the right. There was the island she’d visited a few times. She dove back under and struck out for it. The surface was going to be painful but it was far better than dying at the hands of her father’s many wives.

 

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Happy National Puppy Day!

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So yesterday was National Puppy Day and I wanted to share with you my puppy Whiskey. I didn’t see any pictures of him stored on here so I realized I probably hadn’t introduced any of you not following me on Facebook or Twitter to him.

We got Whiskey at the beginning of February. He’s a working dog, his purpose to hunt down the rats and moles causing problems here on the farm. He’s only 10 months old, so he’s got some training to get before he can fully get his job done. But he’s very enthusiastic about digging up mole holes after he scents one so we’re expecting he’ll be very good at his job.

When Tims (my husband for you new followers) and our roommate Eric brought him home, Whiskey essentially bee lined it straight for me and jumped up into my lap. He’s been attached at the hip to me ever since. Given that it’s my job – with Eric’s help – to train him not only in basic obedience but also the hunting side of things, that’s actually very good.

Whiskey took a while to warm up to my roommate Ellie and our other roommate/landlord Wayne, but he’s now very ecstatic to see Ellie and getting to the point where he’ll willingly go to Wayne. He’s still a little skittish around Wayne, but he’s getting better.

This picture was taken last month, before I moved to my desk. He was forever trying to worm his way onto my lap, regardless of what I was doing. When he couldn’t get onto my lap he’d curl up next to me and put his head on my keyboard. That made things difficult at times. Now that I have my desk, he’s still trying to put his head on my keyboard since the desk is right next to the couch and the couch is just the right height for him to reach my keyboard tray.

Whiskey is a terrier mix. The rescue the guys adopted him from didn’t know what he was crossed with, but we’re pretty sure he’s got corgi in him based on his tail and his head structure. He’s also got the corgi smile, according to Eric.

He’s a rambunctious puppy when we’re outside, but in the house, he’s content to curl up on the couch, my lap, or next to my chair on the floor just to hang out near me. He gets upset when he can’t follow me around the house, and likes nothing more than to sit just outside the kitchen and watch me cook.

This is my Whiskey, and he’d be pleased to meet all of you.

And now, because no post about the animals in my life would be complete without my original companion animal – who’s 7 years old now – here’s my beloved Reidar being a shoulder cat.

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Into the Flames – Chapter 1

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As a bonus for my Kickstarter campaign (see the link at the end of the post), I’m offering the first chapter of Into the Flames for free.

Chapter 1

Fiera dropped her lavender duffel on the ground at her feet and inhaled the warm, fresh wind, feeling a pang. She wasn’t even aboard the ship that would take her from Sorus, her homeworld, and she already missed it. Why her dad picked her for this mission – she sighed. She knew the reasons, and even if she thought he was paranoid she knew she was the best one for it. Besides, she got an education out of it, though the location wasn’t one she’d have picked for herself.

A breeze teased her short, spiky hair and sent the tang of rocket fuel and metal to her. Her gaze skimmed the port. There was room for the three shuttles, but none for the huge passenger liner waiting for them at space station above. Beyond the fences, the fields lay green with ripening vegetables. She should be out there, doing her share of the weeding. This felt like a fool’s errand. She’d get into a fight and be blasted home by harvest.

A thud and a chuckle brought her back to the present. She turned to see her father, a small smile on his face, watching her. Eire Rezouac was a man in his seventies, yet looking at him you wouldn’t put him a day over thirty. It was only on closer examination that you saw the white in the dark red hair, the color of which Fiera had inherited. Her eyes though were the same turquoise as her mother’s.

“Do you have everything?” Eire asked.

“As far as I know, Dad. You’re the one who knows better about the core than me.” Fiera ran her fingers through her hair, making the spikes worse. “I still think Phelix would be better for this.”

“Phelix is clever, resourceful, and highly adaptable,” Eire said. “He’s also a little too naive. I need someone whose skepticism matches mine. Besides, he’s more mechanically inclined than you and a shipyard seemed the better place for him.” Eire pulled her into a rough hug. “Call me when you get to Bouarus. I’ve left word that they’re supposed to come get me if I’m teaching.”

It always felt odd hugging her parents. She was a few centimeters taller than them, standing at just over a meter and a half. She was also slender where the rest of her family was stocky. Her mother Alena called her a throwback to an earlier genetic ancestor.

It wasn’t only her height that she’d inherited. Her face was narrow and angular where theirs was round. Her nose was pointed where the rest of her siblings, other than her twin, had snub noses. Only the shape of her eyes, wide and almond shaped, matched theirs. Eire teased Alena often that Fiera and Phelix couldn’t be his because of their appearance. No one took that seriously of course. Alena and Eire were faithful to each other and everyone knew it.

Fiera drew several deep breaths, cementing in her mind the scent of her father’s clean linen shirt and the spiciness of the chemicals all the farmers used to keep the bugs off. “What if you’re asleep?” Fiera asked.

“Then keep calling until someone wakes up and can get me.”

“That’ll irritate mom.”

“Yeah, well, she can just deal with it.”

Fiera snickered. “You know, the way you two act towards each other sometimes looks more like teenagers dating than adults who’ve been married for, what, over thirty years now?”

“About that, yes.” Eire laughed, a deep hearty laugh that made everyone around them smile. “We were married six months before Keoni was born.”

“I remember hearing the stories from Gma and Gpa.”

“Yes, and they thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen, your mom and me racing to the courthouse when we found out she was pregnant.”

Fiera chuckled. “I still don’t know how you two have managed not to kill each other all these years, not to mention how many of us there are now.”

“With love, respect, and a healthy sense of humor.” Eire smacked her lightly upside the head. “Get moving or you’ll miss the shuttle up. If you do, I’ll be really put out. What I’ve set up isn’t cheap.”

Fiera rolled her eyes. “So you keep telling me.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll call when I get there.”

Eire hugged her again, hauling her head down and pressing his lips to her cheek. “Remember: blend in.”

“Yeah, got it Dad. Blend in. Love you. Give mom a kiss for me and tell the squirts to behave themselves.” She picked up her duffel, activated the pedal on the grav-sled, and waved as she turned to follow the line to the shuttle. Her father waved back and turned to go. No sentimentality, now that the parting was complete. Her eyes blurred for a moment, but she blinked back the tears. It wasn’t forever, just a few years.

She was stopped at the gate to the landing pad. “Boarding pass please?” a young woman with jet black hair and a perky smile asked. She winked as Fiera dug in her bag. “How long do you think you’re going to last, Fury?”

Fiera gave a half shrug as she continued opening and closing the small compartments. The girl’s question was the downside to living in a small community. Everyone knew where she was going, even those who only had a passing acquaintance with her family. “As long as I can, Jasmina. Dad’s being all serious about this, which means he’s worried about something.”

“I would be too, sending my daughter off to the core.”

“It’s more than that.” Fiera gave a frustrated sigh as she shoved things out of the way, still looking for her boarding pass. “Slag it. Where did it go?”

“Did you put it in your pocket?” Jasmina asked.

Fiera checked her pockets. She found the pass for the liner on one side and the one for the shuttle on the other. “Here you go.” She handed the small chip to the other woman. Jasmina scanned it. There was a click and the gate swung open. “Thanks Jas.”

“My pleasure. Take care and try not to get blasted home. Your dad would be offended.”

Fiera snorted as she made her way towards the small shuttle. High above Sorus’ atmosphere was the passenger ship that would take her from the outer edge of the colonies deep into the central worlds. The liners were too massive to land on a planet’s surface so they relied on space stations and smaller shuttles to bring their passengers to them. The small interplanetary shuttle was her first stop on the long trip to Bouarus, the world at the heart of the known solar system.

Fiera was stopped once more before she could board the shuttle. This time it was so she could hand over her baggage so it could be safely stored. It would be transferred to her room on the liner. Her father hadn’t told her what her sleeping arrangements would be. He’d only told her that he was seeing to it that she could be comfortable as well as useful.

Fiera got onto the shuttle. She picked a seat near the middle and settled in. As she leaned back, she heard a little cough at her elbow. A well dressed woman whose clothes screamed central worlds was staring at her. Fiera caught a whiff of some exotic flower and spice.

“Excuse me, dear, but I think you’re in the wrong seat,” the woman said.

“There are no assigned seats on the shuttle. Besides, it’s wide open. If you don’t want to sit next to me, go pick somewhere else to sit.”

“I always sit in this seat, and you are in my way. Move.”

“No.”

The woman’s nostrils flared. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

Fiera smirked. “A core worlder unacquainted with the idea of personal space?”

The woman puffed herself up. “I am Jaynie Mondadori.”

Fiera raised an eyebrow. “And that’s supposed to mean something?”

“Only an unlettered colonial wouldn’t know my name.” Jaynie crossed her arms across her chest. “Now, either you move willingly or I get one of the staff here to remove you from my seat.”

Fiera looked her in the eye. She reached back and secured the harness, effectively locking her in her seat. “Get fragged.”

Jaynie’s eyes narrowed. “Big mistake, colonial.” She stalked off towards the area where the employees were gathering. “That woman took my spot.”

All of the shuttle crew were from the Duyelia sector. They glanced at Fiera, who waved and smiled, and then back at Jaynie. “There’s no assigned seating. Sit somewhere else,” one of the men said.

Jaynie gaped at them for a moment before storming away. She headed for a seat on the other side of the aisle. She alternated between glaring at Fiera and whatever member of the crew passed by. They paid no attention to her any more than they did to the other passengers. A couple winked at Fiera as they went about their duties, but for the most part she was ignored as well.

The shuttle was barely half full when the klaxon sounded. Those not already strapped in quickly adjusted the harnesses and settled back in their seats. The intercom whistled and everyone looked up. “This is your pilot speaking. Liftoff in fifteen seconds.” Fiera silently mouthed the countdown numbers that appeared on the screen in front of them. As the readout hit zero, the engines roared and she was pressed back into her seat.

The trip up took twenty minutes. Fiera watched out the window as they approached the space station. The scarred metal exterior was lit with hundreds of lights, giving Fiera a good view of the many ships docked there. Most were freighters collecting the cargo from planetside. Their bulky, inelegant design was hardly awe inspiring but they could hold ten tonnes.

Next to them the sleek luxury liner looked out of place. Its hull gleamed in the station lights, smooth and unmarred by any kind of scratch or ding. It was a kilometer long with a design meant to cut through space with little turbulence from the solar winds. An electromagnetic field created a thin skin around the ship, preventing debris from striking it.

From what she’d read in the brochure her father had given her, the ship could hold fifteen thousand guests along with the amenities you’d expect to find in a high class resort rather than on something carrying you through space. This wasn’t something Fiera had thought she’d ever be riding on. Then again, her plans hadn’t included ever leaving the Duyelia sector either.

The shuttle eased up next to the station. There was a muffled clunk as the docking clamps attached. “Docking complete. Please exit the shuttle in an orderly fashion.”

Fiera unfastened her harness and stood. She staggered a little and put her hand out to brace herself on an empty seat. The gravity was less than on Sorus and she felt off balance. She waited patiently for others to pass her, even letting Jaynie out before she moved into the aisles. She went down the ramp and joined the short queue, moving carefully so as not to run into anyone else.

The station was a vibrant hub of color and sound. People were moving between gates, some carrying baggage and others pushing pallets of cargo towards areas that Fiera couldn’t see. There was a sharp scent of oil and the tang of heated metal.

“Last call for Skyliner Lusitania. Please make your way to docking bay five.” The announcement was loud enough to cut across the din of multiple conversations and machinery.

Fiera looked around, trying to orient herself. A young man in the station security’s uniform came up to her. “Can I help you find something?” he asked.

“Docking bay five,” Fiera said. “I’ve got a ship to catch.”

“See the green line on the floor?” He pointed and Fiera nodded. “Follow that.”

“Thank you,” Fiera said. She moved quickly, staggering a little as her body reacted badly to the lower gravity. She crashed into the wall, scraping her arm against the bulkhead. She muttered swear words under her breath as she righted herself and continued on her way.

She reached the lock at the same time as several others who’d ridden up on the same shuttle. Luggage was being brought out and several people made beelines for it, opening their cases and shoving stuff around until they found the boarding passes for the liner. Fiera reached into her pocket and pulled hers out. The stewards and security personnel looked very irritated at those who had to scramble to find theirs.

She watched as Jaynie made it to the front of the line. “Boarding ID please,” the curvaceous blond in the liner’s uniform said.

Jaynie puffed up. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“Yes I do, Councilwoman Mondadori. But in order to log you on board properly we need your boarding pass. This allows us to make certain you are registered as reaching your destination,” the blond said, her dulcet tones matching the sweet smile on her face.

Jaynie flounced off. She pushed a few people out of the way and pulled open one of her bags. A few other people passed by the blond before Fiera got to her. “Do you get that a lot?” Fiera asked as she handed over her boarding pass, jerking her head towards Jaynie.

“People don’t always realize the safety factor involved in presenting the proper credentials,” the blond said. She smiled and looked over her shoulder. “Ruslan, she’s in first class, cabin twenty three.”

A tall, swarthy man who looked older than her father stepped forward. He was pulling a small hover cart with him. “Which ones are yours?” he asked. Fiera found her luggage. He loaded them onto the cart. “Right this way, ma’am.”

Ruslan led her into a lift. It looked to be made of glass and metal. She saw the inner structure of the ship as they crowded in with other passengers. Ruslan pressed the number two on the panel. Fiera saw that hers was the smallest number illuminated.

The door slid shut and the lift started moving. To Fiera’s surprise it didn’t move up or down. It went sideways. Once it reached a predetermined spot it started moving up. It stopped a few floors above and three people along with the stewards helping them got off.

“How dreadful it must be to have to stay in third class,” a woman said to her companion.

He nodded. “I’ve heard their rooms are cramped and they have nothing to do on the ship.”

“All of our passengers have equal access to most of our facilities,” one of the stewards said. “Our rooms are also among the largest in the fleet.” The other two fell silent.

Floor by floor more people got off until it was just Fiera, Ruslan, and one other couple and their steward. They reached the second floor and all of them got off. Fiera paused a moment to take in her surroundings. The corridor was covered in what looked to be real wood panels. The carpet was a deep blue plush and muffled the sound of their footsteps. Metal fixtures gleamed brightly and soft music played over unseen speakers.

“This way please,” Ruslan said, gesturing for her to follow him.

Ruslan took her to a door with the number twenty three secured to the wall beside it. The numbers themselves seemed to be made of gold filigree, and were polished to a mirror shine. Ruslan pulled out a card and slotted it into a machine on his belt. He punched something in and the machine beeped twice. Ruslan pulled the card out of the machine and inserted it into a discreet panel beside the door. It swung open.

Ruslan handed Fiera the card and walked into the room. She followed him in. He ran his hand across the sensor on the wall and the lights turned on. Fiera stopped and stared. “This is not what I expected.”

“Is something not to your liking?” He sounded anxious.

“No, no, everything’s fine. This was just a bit of a shock, that’s all.”

“Ah.” He maneuvered her baggage through another door and slipped it off his cart. “Would you like me to show you some of the amenities of the suite?”

“Yes please.”

He led her around the rooms, pointing out things she might enjoy. “Would you care for a tour of the other luxuries on the ship? You’ll be onboard for a long time and I’m sure you’ll need to entertain yourself outside your rooms.”

“I would love one,” Fiera said.

Ruslan spent the next half hour showing Fiera the luxuries she had access to on the ship. He led her back to her stateroom. “I trust everything is to your satisfaction?”

“It is, thank you.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked.

“That seems to be it.” He seemed to be waiting for something. She pulled out her credit chip. He handed her a reader and she scanned it in. She gave him a tip of fifty credits. Her father told her that the staff on the liner would expect to be paid for their services. The balance on her chip reflected that necessity. He smiled and left the room.

Fiera wandered around the suite, running her fingers across the elegant furniture. Everything felt real. She knew the core could do amazing things with replicators, but the wood in the furniture felt as if it came from trees and not a lab. The warm earth tones were soothing and did a lot to ease some of her uneasiness.

Fiera sat down on the couch and pulled up the entertainment menu on the holo. She found a movie she’d heard of but hadn’t seen because it never made it out to the colonies and turned it on.

Two and a half hours later, Fiera turned off the holo. “Well, that’s time I won’t get back,” she muttered. She looked at the clock. According to the ship’s schedule, it was time for dinner. She was hungry since it had been a while since lunch. She got changed into one of her nicer outfits, a deep sapphire blouse with cut out shoulders and an empire waist. It was matched by a skirt that fell to her ankles the same shade as the top and a pair of sandals made of dyed leather.

The dining room was on the same floor as she was. It had a grand entrance with double doors flung wide open. She walked inside. There were several people already there. Each was dressed in elegant clothing that belied their central worlds origins. There were a few who were dressed as simply as Fiera was, showing they too were from the colonies.

She didn’t recognize any of the colonists but saw that they were congregating on one side of the room. The core worlders were gathering on the other. Fiera made her way over to the group from the Duyelia sector.

“Oh, I am so glad to see another colonist,” one of the women said as Fiera joined them. “The core worlders outnumber us fifty to one.”

“You’re exaggerating, Moyna,” one of the men said.

“I am not,” Moyna said. “Look at how many are on their side of the room compared to us. Not to mention there are more of them coming in.” She turned to Fiera. “I’m Moyna Zuiderduin.”

“Fiera Rezouac.”

“Eire’s daughter?” one of the other men asked. Fiera nodded. “I’m Klas Burgstaller.”

The others introduced themselves as well. “That’s a lovely outfit,” Moyna said. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Thanks. You look good in yours too.”

Fiera heard a familiar voice and turned to look. Jaynie was holding court with a dozen other core worlders hovering around her. “You would not believe the rudeness of the colonials on the shuttle,” she said. The woman was far from svelte, and the garish pink dress with its many sequins just served to make her look like some bizarre dumpling with sprinkles. Fiera nearly choked herself on her laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Vladislav, the first man to speak, asked. Fiera told them. There were a few soft snickers. “Don’t let her hear you saying that. She’s a member of the Assembly and can cause all sorts of problems for you.”

“I suppose that’s why she expected special treatment when we were getting on then,” Fiera said.

Klas snorted. “I saw a few of the core worlders try that when they got on at the same time I did too.”

“I didn’t think there were this many core worlders in the colonies,” Fiera said.

“Most of them were already on the ship,” Moyna said. “They’re here on a tour of the colonies. It’s a fairly popular vacation package apparently.”

“Some had actual business out here and were looking for a comfortable way to deal with it,” Shyamala, one of the other women, said. “I’m guessing that’s why the councilwoman was out here. I can’t see someone like her taking a vacation in the Duyelia sector.”

“There was this terribly rude red haired woman who wouldn’t get out of my seat,” Jaynie said. Fiera saw her sneer as she looked at the colonists. A look of confusion appeared on her face. “How are you here? This is for first class passengers only.”

“I am a first class passenger,” Fiera said.

“There is no way a colonial could have enough money for first class,” Jaynie said.

“Councilwoman, I’ll have to ask you not to insult our other passengers,” a tall, imposing man dressed in a smart uniform said. His buzzed hair was gray and the close cropped beard matched.

“And who are you?” Jaynie asked.

“Captain Owain McDougall. All guests are welcome aboard my ship, regardless of where they come from.” He smiled at the gathered passengers. “I’m glad to meet all of you who are just now joining us. Please enjoy the amenities of this ship and I hope you all have a pleasant journey.” He took a seat at a table near the front of the room.

That seemed to be the queue for everyone else to sit. Fiera sat with the other colonists. The waitstaff came around and placed food and drinks in front of them. “This soup is amazing,” Shyamala said. “I am constantly surprised by the ingenuity of their chefs.”

Fiera took a sip and almost spit it out. “Don’t be. This has replicator food in it.”

“How can you tell?” Vladislav asked.

“The chemical aftertaste.” Fiera took several swallows of her drink.

“This is a core world ship. You’re going to have to expect some replicated food,” Klas said.

“I didn’t think about that,” Fiera said. She finished her soup, suppressing her gag reflex. A short while later the next course was brought out.

“Is this one replicator food?” Vladislav asked.

Fiera tried everything on the plate. “No, just poorly seasoned. Their chef used too much salt and not enough of the other spices and herbs.”

“You know a lot about food,” Moyna said.

“My mom was a professional chef for a while before she had kids. She taught all of us a lot about food prep, meal planning, stuff like that. I also started cooking for her when she needed a break.”

“If you cooked everything from scratch, how did you get replicator food?” Shyamala asked.

“There are a few people on Sorus who either can’t or won’t learn how to cook properly so they have the feeds. One of them is a really good friend of my dad’s. Every time we’d get invited over to their house for a meal I’d spit out the food and refuse to eat because I could taste the fact it was replicated. The first few times I didn’t know that they had the feeds, or even what replicators were. I just knew the food tasted awful. Dad figured out why I was responding the way I was and the visits stopped. They started coming to our house for meals.”

“With how expensive this trip is, you’d think they would use all fresh ingredients,” Shyamala said.

“Even core worlders can’t afford everything,” Klas said.

“They’re cutting corners to ensure their profit margins,” Fiera said. “That’s typical core worlder tactics.”

“Klas, why don’t you tell Fiera about what you do for a living?” Moyna asked. “I think she’d be interested in it.”

“I own a shipyard,” Klas said. “What’s interesting about that?”

“What shipping line do you build for?” Fiera asked. Klas answered her and the rest of the meal was spent talking about ships and their component parts.

After dinner, Fiera joined the others in a game of cards, which went on until she was too tired to continue. She returned to her cabin and stripped out of her clothes. She hung them up and pulled on a sleep suit. She pulled back the blanket and laid down on the bed. She sank into the mattress, her head supported by the pillows. She stared out the window at the stars. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to do this for a living, sail among the stars. She snorted. She preferred solid ground under her feet and the scent of green and growing things. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

She woke up, feeling refreshed and ready to do something active. A quick glance at the clock told her that she had an hour until breakfast. She decided to wait until after she’d eaten to do anything. She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She pulled on a pair of black pants and an emerald green top. She sat down to watch a holo while she waited for breakfast.

Fiera joined the other colonists for breakfast. She noticed there were fewer people over on the core worlder’s side. “Is it my imagination, or are there some late risers?” she asked.

“There’s an open bar on the ship. Most of them stay up late drinking and talking about what they consider to be important matters. We’ll see them in here for lunch, if they’re awake by then,” Klas said.

Breakfast was a protein heavy meal, for which Fiera was grateful. “So what are everyone’s plans for today?” Shyamala asked.

“I’m going to let breakfast digest a bit and then go swimming,” Moyna said. “Then I’ll read for a bit next to the pool before lunch.”

“So your usual,” Klas said. Moyna laughed and nodded.

“Vladislav and I are going to go play a few games of chess. Anyone want to join us?” Klas asked. The others shook their heads. “What are you going to do Fiera?”

“Wait for my food to digest and then go check out the gym,” Fiera said.

“You’re probably going to run into a lot of core worlders there,” Klas said.

Fiera shrugged. “That’s true of wherever I go on this ship.”

She saw a flash of pink and turned to look. Jaynie was just stumbling in. She was dressed in a matching shirt and pants of the same garish pink color as her dress from the previous night. This time it didn’t have sequins, but was equally as eye burning with neon green stripes.

“Does that woman not have any style?” Moyna muttered.

“I don’t think she cares,” Shyamala said with a small giggle.

“She looks ridiculous,” Klas said.

Fiera finished eating. “I guess I’ll go find something to do while breakfast settles.”

“Why don’t you come watch us play?” Klas asked.

“Watching you two is about as riveting as watching paint dry,” Shyamala said with a laugh.

“We’re a little better than that,” Vladislav said, glowering at the other woman.

“Sure. It beats sitting alone in my room,” Fiera said. The others quickly finished and scattered to their separate pursuits.

Klas and Vladislav were skilled chess players and Fiera was anything but bored watching them. She waited through two games before standing up. “Are you leaving us?” Klas asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had too much sitting,” Fiera said.

“Enjoy your workout,” Vladislav said. Fiera waved and walked out.

Fiera went back to her room. She rummaged through her luggage and came out with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She changed clothes and made her way to the gym.

There were a few people in there using the various machines. Fiera looked around. There was a corner set up with automated targets for hand to hand combat. She went over and fiddled around with the controls until she had it set at what she thought she wanted. She hit the “activate sequence” button and got down to work.

The setting she’d chosen was the one designated for those with an intermediate skill level. She made the first move and the battle with the machine was on. Twenty minutes in and Fiera hit the button that told the machine she was done. The servos wound down and the automaton went still. Fiera hit the reset button, as the instructions printed on the wall said to do, and wiped the sweat off her face. That had been one of the hardest workouts she’d done.

“Leave it to a colonial to favor something so crude as fighting,” a familiar voice sneered. Fiera turned towards the sound. It was Jaynie.

“Hey, this is a core worlder’s ship. If it’s here, someone from your sector must use it,” Fiera said.

Jaynie glared at her. “We prefer central worlds or our names.”

“We prefer colonists or our names as well. Since you don’t give us that courtesy most of the time, why shouldn’t we do the same to you?” Fiera hopped off the platform and started towards the door.

“Just as I thought, completely uncivilized,” Jaynie said. There were several snickers as the rest of those in the gym watched the two women.

Fiera raised an eyebrow. “So what are you here to do?”

“Run the track of course. That’s what any proper woman would do.”

“So glad I’m not what you’d consider proper then. Running is boring unless there’s something worthwhile at the end,” Fiera said. She ignored Jaynie’s sneering laughter and left the gym.

A fast shower later and she felt somewhat human again, though she still seethed. She was toweling off her hair when someone knocked on her door. She walked over and peered out into the hall. It was Moyna and a few of the others from the colonies.

She opened the door. “Fiera, we were wondering if you’d like to join us for a game? We were thinking one of the multiplayer strategy games.”

“That sounds like fun,” Fiera said. “Come on in. I just need a minute.”

The others walked into her stateroom. She ducked into the bathroom and tossed the wet towel into the appropriate bin. She ran her fingers through her cropped hair and called it good. She rejoined the other colonists. “Are you any good at strategy games?” Shyamala asked as they headed out the door.

“I’m okay at them. My brother Phelix is a whiz. I play him all the time. He beats me three out of five games. Even my dad has a hard time winning against him.”

The others led her to the gaming room. They settled into comfortable chairs. Moyna activated the unit and the multi-level board appeared. Everyone chose their tokens and the game began. Early on Fiera linked up with Moyna to work on defeating the others. She was knocked out of the game quickly by Shyamala, but in the second game she managed to edge out the others to win. The group continued playing, laughing and enjoying themselves until lunch.

Lunch was still more of an informal affair and the group split up afterwards for more personal entertainment. Fiera went swimming and then settled in to watch a holo in her cabin. Dinner was the same formal meal as it had been the night before. She sat with the other colonists, learning about where they were from, where they were going, and why they were going there.

Seven weeks passed before the ship made the change into the central worlds. There was a subtle shift that the colonists could feel. They reached Ismillon first.

Fiera watched as Moyna packed everything up. “We’ll miss you,” Fiera said.

“It’s been a pleasure getting to know you,” Moyna said. “I’m just glad I’m getting off here. I don’t think I could deal with the supercilious attitudes from the core worlders anymore.”

“You’re going to be living on a core world. You’re probably going to be getting that every day,” Shyamala said.

“My sister lives in an area that’s full of colonists. I shouldn’t have much trouble,” Moyna said.

“Well I envy you,” Fiera said. “I’ve got another ten weeks on this thing.”

“That’s right. You’re headed into Bouarus. What is it you’re studying again?” Moyna asked.

“Nanotech with an emphasis on its medical applications and Intergalactic Studies.”

“That’s going to take you a while, isn’t it?” Moyna asked.

“Yeah, seven years, unless I drop one of them. Or manage to not frag myself by taking a lot of classes.”

“Be careful in Sio, Fiera. It’s not safe, even for the core worlders.” Moyna piled her bags on top of her grav trunk. She activated the hover field and dragged the luggage out of the room.

“Stay safe here, Moyna. Good luck with your sister.”

“Thanks.” Moyna waved and joined the others disembarking. There were quite a few, though Moyna was the only colonist leaving the ship.

Fiera made her way back to her suite. She got in and flopped down on the couch. She ran roughened fingers over the soft rust colored fabric, feeling it catch on the ridges of her skin. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The recycled air on the ship was lightly perfumed with a floral scent. It gave her a low level headache.

Someone knocked on her door. She stood and opened it. Shyamala and Klas were outside. “We were wondering if you’d like to come join us in the lounge,” Shyamala said.

“I’m not interested in drinking and listening to someone belt out songs in a poor imitation of music,” Fiera said.

“It’s not that bad,” Shyamala said. “At least the one tonight isn’t. She’s actually got a sense of rhythm and pitch.”

“I’ll pass,” Fiera said.

“Then what are you going to do?” Klas asked.

“Probably work out again and call it early,” Fiera said. “My usual.”

“You’re wasting your time onboard. You’re supposed to be enjoying a vacation from your real life until you don’t have a choice but to take it up again,” Shyamala said.

“I’m going to be stuck on Bouarus for the next seven years, unless something happens. Don’t you think that’s enough of a change?” Fiera asked.

“Yes, but you’re going there to work,” Klas said. “This is supposed to be for pleasure.”

Fiera sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll come with you.”

The other two grinned. “We’ll wait for you to change,” Shyamala said. Fiera closed the door and changed into one of her better casual outfits. She joined the other two and they made their way to the lounge.

The next ten weeks passed with the number of colonists growing fewer and the number of those from the central worlds increasing. Fiera expected to be harassed for being from the colonies, but aside from some snide comments from Jaynie, she was left alone. The stewards and other staff were attentive and respectful, and the captain even invited her to dine with him at one point to discuss some of his business points in the colonies. It was a far cry from what she’d expected when she boarded.

She was finishing her breakfast when the intercom whistled. “We are in orbit around Bouarus. Everyone debarking must be at the shuttle bays in ten minutes,” Captain McDougall said.

Fiera grabbed her gear and headed out of her cabin. It took her a few minutes to find the shuttle bays. There were so many people waiting for the shuttles. She got in line and waited.

“What do you think you’re doing? This line is for people needing to go to Bouarus.” Jaynie was dressed in another garishly colored outfit and all but drowned in a floral scent that burned Fiera’s nose.

“If I’m in line, what does that tell you?” Fiera asked.

“That you’re an idiot.”

“If I’m an idiot, how did I get into the University?”

“You didn’t get in. No unlettered colonial would ever be able to pass the entrance exams,” Jaynie said. “Besides, there’s no way they’d enroll you when there are dozens of more deserving young people fighting to get in.”

“Well, it’s been proven that those of us in the colonies are more intelligent than you core worlders. How else would you explain the disparity between my intellect and the process of those from the central worlds with even a modicum of education not being allowed entrance to one of the most influential universities?”

Jaynie looked blankly at her. “What did you just say?”

“If you can’t work it out for yourself, you’re not as intelligent as you seem to think you are,” Fiera said. The line shifted and Fiera moved forward, ignoring Jaynie’s spluttering.

Her ticket was checked and the steward let her onto the shuttle. She settled into one of the seats and waited for everyone else to get into place. A short while later, she heard the familiar chime. “Good afternoon passengers. We will be landing in Sio in approximately forty five minutes. Please be patient as we must wait our turn in line to disengage from the liner,” the pilot said.

A short while later, the shuttle lifted up and eased itself out of the docking bay. Fiera watched out the window, getting her first look at her new home. She was both disgusted and awed by what she saw as they made their descent to the landing pad. It was late afternoon and the suns blazed down through the clouds.

Sio, the main city on Bouarus, was a sprawling mega metropolis. It took up half the smallest continent, spanning just over 2400 kilometers. Fiera saw minuscule spots of green dotted in certain areas of the city. The skyline was dominated by towering buildings. The man-made structures spiraled into the sky and were high enough that they had to weave its way through them.

The shuttle landed. As soon as the signal was given, everyone released their harnesses and got up. The gravity was even less than on the liner. Fiera waited for the crowd of eager central world citizens to exit before getting up and heading out herself. She stumbled more than once as her body tried to accommodate this new environment.

Fiera went to the luggage claim area and snagged her bags. She almost lost her hold on her trunk as the lighter gravity threw her off balance again. She steadied herself and walked towards the doors. As she passed security, she noticed Jaynie speaking to one of the staff. A Port Authority security officer came up to Fiera. “Excuse me, miss, but if you came in from that shuttle you have to go through decontamination before you’re allowed to enter the city.”

“Why is that?” Fiera asked.

“It’s not known what kind of viruses or bacteria come in from the colonies,” the man said. “You have to go through decon to protect the residents. Can you imagine what would happen if a disease from one of the colony worlds broke out in the city?”

“Absolutely nothing, since your medicos would just whip up a cure within the first few days of the illness hitting the streets,” Fiera said.

“Your things will have to go through their own decon. If any of them are found to be contaminated, they will be destroyed and you will be responsible for replacing them,” the agent continued, guiding Fiera towards a series of booths.

“Isn’t that something the Port Authority should pay for?” Fiera asked.

“It’s a risk you take visiting the colony worlds,” the agent said. One of the others took her bags from her. She was shoved towards a booth. “Step inside and hold still. The process will only take a few minutes.”

Fiera did as she was told. As soon as she got in, the booth closed and locked behind her. Glowing rings repeatedly ran up and down her body until she was tingling as if she’d been out in the light of the twin suns with no time in the shade. The door unlocked and Fiera was able to step out.

The agent handed her a small bag. “Where are my things?” Fiera asked.

“Your credit chip and your pad are in there,” the agent said. “The rest of your belongings were full of hazardous biological material.”

Fiera noticed Jaynie was watching the situation with a smirk on her face. “There was nothing wrong with my clothes and personal effects. You destroyed them because she said I was from the colonies,” Fiera said, eyes narrowed.

“Be glad we left what you’re wearing. You’re free to go now. There are shops in town where you may purchase new things. If you’re going to stay in the central worlds, you should learn to accommodate our way of life,” the agent said. He pushed her away and turned to the next person.

Fiera let out a string of curses under her breath as she stalked out of the terminal and into the city. She hailed an auto cab and climbed in. A computerized voice asked her what her destination was. Fiera pulled up the notes on her pad and typed in the address her father had given her. The cab lifted off the ground and eased itself into traffic before heading deeper into the city.

Setting Into the Flames Into the Sky

Setting Into the Flames into the sky

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Fatal adventure

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Ollie grinned at Sebastian as they walked out of the airship. “This is a grand adventure we’ve found ourselves on, eh, Seb?” he asked.

Sebastian grunted. “I’m not sure I like this, Ollie,” the older man said. “We know nothing about these people, or this place. Are we even safe here?”

“Most likely not,” Ollie said, waving his hand. “But that’s part of the thrill.” He saw his cousin’s expression. “Oh do lighten up, Seb. I doubt our fellow passengers mean us any harm. It’ll be this new territory that might cause us some trouble.”

A grizzled man in a dark blue uniform stepped up on a platform. He looked old, but the heavy wool and linen clothing covered a rock hard body that even Ollie had to admire. “Okay then me lads and lassies,” he said, a broad accent causing some people to lean in closer, squinting, as if that would help them understand him better. “The quest is simple. Survive long enough to find something new and interesting to bring back. We got eyes everywhere, so no attacking other adventurers. There’s plenty of beasties and other strange things to keep you busy.”

“We got your gear here,” a flat chested red haired woman said in a monotone voice. She gestured to piles secured in packs with name cards attached to them. “Collect your possessions now.”

There was a scramble as everyone picked up their things. Ollie’s was heavier than he remembered. He checked it and saw that a tent had been attached to the bottom of the rucksack. He glanced over at Sebastian. Judging from what he was pushing around in his, they’d given him more food for the two of them.

“All right me brave ones,” the old man said. “You’ve got three days to get something and return. Else we’ll go hunting for you.” His smile turned sinister. “You won’t like that one bit. No you won’t.” He brightened. “Off with you.”

“I don’t like that look on his face when he said they’d go hunting for us if we didn’t come back on time,” Sebastian said.

“Me either, Seb,” Ollie admitted. “So let’s make sure we aren’t late.” Sebastian nodded. Ollie pulled down his goggles and made sure his gun was at the ready. The two of them set off into the forest.

The two young men searched for a day and a half, but found nothing of interest. “We’d have to go even deeper in, but then we’d be late,” Sebastian said.

“I know, Seb,” Ollie said. He pulled off his helmet and goggles and wiped his sweaty face. The heat was oppressive, even here under the massive trees. “But we can’t go back empty handed either. We’ll be out the money for the trip and lose out on the cash prize. I say we go a couple more hours in. We can make up for it by waking up earlier and leaving our camp earlier in the morning.”

“If you’re sure we’ll be able to do that, Ollie,” Sebastian said.

“I know we can,” Ollie said, his confidence returning. The cousins moved on into the forest.

It was getting darker when Sebastian spotted the flash of color. “Ollie, what’s that?” he asked in a whisper.

Ollie looked where he was pointing. “Don’t know,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “Let’s see if we can catch it.”

“It” turned out to be a bird with bright plumage, and was surprisingly easy to get into the cage. They turned around and started heading back to the edge of the trees. They walked until it was too dark to see before going to bed.

Ollie roused his cousin before dawn and they started walking again. “Ollie, don’t we have to be back by sundown?” Sebastian asked after they’d been going for several hours.

“Yes we do,” Ollie said. “We should be almost there. We’re following the same path we came in on. Look, there’s our flags. And the little markers I put in to differentiate so we didn’t end up going in circles.”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you, Ollie. This is the one you put down at the edge of the forest. It’s been running parallel to us for the last hour.”

Ollie laughed nervously. “You’re wrong, Seb. Paths can’t just freeze you in place.”

“This one has,” Sebastian said. “What do we do now?”

Ollie looked around. A glimmer among the trees made him look to the west. The sky was the color of coral and the turquoise sea. The sun was going down. “We have to find the edge of the trees,” he said. The two men started running.

Trees and bushes seemed to part in front of them, but Ollie noticed they didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Finally they stopped, chests heaving. It was pitch black in the forest. Night had fallen.

A sing song voice echoed through the darkness. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. Come out so I can kill you.” The cousins dropped the cage containing their prize and ran in a different direction, looking for somewhere to hide.

A soldier’s letters

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Arletta’s hands trembled as she pulled the old shoe shine kit out of the cedar chest. “Grandma, why do you have that weird box in there?” Leticia, her granddaughter, asked in a bored tone.

“It isn’t a weird box, Tisha,” Arletta said. “It’s a shoe shine kit. But what’s in here is even more precious to me than some old boot black and scrub brush.”

She opened it up, shaking fingers fumbling with the latch, and took out a pile of letters carefully tied with black string, a pen and some ink, and a stack of black and white photos. “Are those from grandpa?” Leticia asked, still not showing any interest.

“No. They’re from the man I was married to in secret before I met your grandfather,” Arletta said.

Now she had her granddaughter’s attention. “You had a secret marriage, Grandma?”

Arletta nodded. “I always told your grandfather that your Uncle Robert was my sister Gloria’s son, and that I adopted him after she died from tuberculosis.”

“I take it that’s not true,” Leticia said.

“No. Robert is my son. See, Lloyd and I came from two different sides of town. His father was a banker while mine was a coal miner. We wouldn’t have even met if I hadn’t quite literally bumped into him while taking some of our excess eggs to the grocer to sell. We lived in a pretty small community, so we could still do that. I was pretty back then, with cherry red hair and dark blue eyes. Everyone thought I was the belle of the village. Lloyd was rugged and handsome. He was the star quarterback of the football team.”

“He sounds cooler than grandpa,” Leticia said.

“Oh, he had his flaws,” Arletta said with a fond little smile. “But it was worth putting up with them to be around him.” She stared down at the pictures. “We started dating. We took our outings to Detroit, since that was the nearest big city where no one would really recognize us. Then we went to a church in Detroit one day, found a couple witnesses on the street, and got married. We moved to Detroit – him to work in a bank to get “experience in the family business without the taint of nepotism” – and me in an office. We were really lucky to get those jobs. Most banks were closing down and lots of offices were shutting their doors too. The Great Depression didn’t spare many people.”

“So what happened to Lloyd?” Leticia asked.

“World War 2,” Arletta said. “After the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, he enlisted. He was a strong, fit man and was snapped up pretty quick. He was just twenty, and me nineteen, when he left. We’d been trying for a few months to have a baby, but it didn’t look like we were successful, and I was glad because it was going to be awful hard to take care of a baby while he was gone.” She caressed the pile of letters. “These are all his letters to me. He never told me about the bad things going on over there. He always had a funny story to share, talked about how we’d build us a new house outside of Detroit to raise a family in, and we’d finally tell our parents about us being married because the war was making him realize just what was really important.” She bowed her head. “Then the letters stopped coming.”

“Did he die?” Leticia asked.

Arletta nodded. “I didn’t know for so long. They ignored me as next of kin and went back to his parents, since they claimed he wasn’t married. It took your Aunt Gloria, who was already really sick at that point, writing me a letter and telling me how I’d missed ‘the biggest funeral the town had ever seen.'”

“How long had he been away?” Leticia asked.

“Seven months,” Arletta said. “I was very pregnant when I got the news. I sent a reply to Gloria, begging her to come to Detroit if she could. She arrived just in time to see Robert delivered. My name is on his birth certificate as his mother, but I left the father line purposely blank. The doctor and the nurses were not pleased by this, and offered up community services for us, but I refused. I took Robert home and Gloria stayed with me and helped me take care of him until she passed away when he was four. To this day, Robert thinks Gloria was his mother, but it’s time for him to know the truth.”

Leticia went through some of the pictures. “Grandma, is this Lloyd?” she asked, gesturing to a handsome soldier in a uniform.

“Yes, that’s my beloved Lloyd,” Arletta said. “We’re standing together outside the recruitment station in Detroit.”

“Grandma, there’s a man at the nursing home I work at with this same picture, right down to a woman wearing an identical dress,” Leticia said. “He told me she was his first and only wife, that he never had another even though he’d been reported dead. He didn’t have the courage to return home after that and lived overseas for most of his life.”

“What’s his name?” Arletta asked.

“He goes by the name of Jack,” Leticia said.

Arletta’s hands shook. “Jack was what we all called Lloyd. Because when he was a teenager, he tried a bit of everything to see what it was he liked to do. He became a ‘jack of all trades.'”

“Grandma, you have to come see him,” Leticia said. “Now. He’s got cancer, so he isn’t going to last much longer.”

“Let’s go,” Arletta said, putting the letters aside and standing up. “I have to know if it’s him.”

Leticia drove her grandmother to the large nursing home where she worked as a CNA on the swing shift. They walked in and Leticia beelined it for a very familiar room. There, propped up in his bed, was a rugged looking man with a massive scar on one side of his face.

He smiled when Leticia walked in the room. “Tisha, I thought you had today off,” he said.

“I do. Jack, you said you had a wife a long time ago,” Leticia said. “What was her name?”

“Arletta, though I called her Lettie,” Jack said with a wistful look in his eye. “I miss her something terrible every day. Today’s especially hard since it would have been our sixty seventh wedding anniversary.”

“It is our sixty seventh wedding anniversary,” Arletta said, stepping into the room, tears streaming down her face.

“Lettie?” Jack tried to sit up more. Leticia adjusted the back of the bed so he had the support he needed.

Arletta went to his side. “Jack, why didn’t you write me? Or come home? All these years I thought you were dead.”

“I felt like I was,” Jack said. “Lettie, I haven’t been able to walk properly since the end of the war. I’m blind in the eye with all the scars. How was I supposed to take care of you? I couldn’t take care of myself. I let everyone think I was dead and tried to get on as best as I could in England. But something in me made me come home five years ago.”

“I remarried, Jack. When they told me you were dead,” Arletta said. “Five years after your funeral. I’ve got a daughter from that marriage. That’s Leticia’s mother.” She took a deep breath. “But we’ve got a son, Jack. His name’s Robert. He don’t know we’re his parents. I told him he was Gloria’s. I never stopped hurting enough all these years to tell him the truth.”

“You have to, Lettie. I don’t have long, and I’m guessing you don’t either,” Jack said. Arletta shook her head. “We have to tell him right away. Call him down here right now.”

“I’m on it,” Leticia said. “What do you want me to tell him?”

“Tell him that deep, dark family secret he’s always suspected is coming out and he needs to be here for it,” Arletta said through her tears. She clutched Jack’s hand. “That’ll bring him faster than anything.” Leticia dialed her uncle’s number while the aged lovers simply stared into each other’s eyes.