Terms

When I pulled the prompts for this month’s Micro Fiction, I looked at the Science Fiction one and instantly yearned to pair it with my smugglers aboard the Scythe. While I knew the characters who would feature in this micro-narrative, I couldn’t come up with a story about this interesting crew. Since I had other tales with pressing deadlines, I put this story aside and dove into the other projects.

Fortunately, whenever my mind refuses to work, I pull out some of my favorite books and thumb through them. Whenever I treat myself to these rare moments, I always jump to my favorite scenes and relieve the moments. This time when I cracked open a fascinating, yet unfinished, series, I stumbled upon an interesting scene I’d forgotten about. This young man enjoys wrapping his reputation about his shoulders like a snug cloak. And in this scene, we see him doing just that.

On its face, that’s an attitude that I want for Daniel Shaw, the captain of the Scythe. However, I don’t want to shoehorn my smuggler into this other author’s character. Follow the link below and buy me a croissant to enjoy this micro-tale.

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Terms

“Should I believe every rumor that’s attributed to your crew?”

Daniel lifted his mug, sniffing the pale liquid. His tongue ran across his lips as he dropped a tiny device into the cup. While his mouth curled, Daniel swirled the drink. “Rachel, are you interested in hearing random rumors?”

The lithe woman’s head bobbed as she gripped the glass’s stem.

Saul leaned over, flicking Daniel’s glass. “For starters, people say your skills are rivaled by your paranoia.”

“We can’t take pride in our accomplishments if we’re dead.” Rachel said as she draped her arm around Daniel.

Daniel’s fist flew to his mouth, smothering a burst of laughter. “We are highly selective when deciding to accept jobs. One sure way to chase us away is withholding any detail.”

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