Hurray! Now that we’re back in the single digits of the month, I’m able to introduce you guys to something other than urban fantasy. Oooooo…
Now, many of you will have heard me say that I don’t particularly like science-fiction. I can’t wrap my head around science, so any fiction primarily based on the scientific will generally go over my head. And I don’t like aliens. Or space. But. I do like people, and stories that study characters in different situations – so when a very good friend of mine dropped the idea of a community on Mars in my head, I kind of had to run with it. How much have I written so far? A whole 9 pages. I love the idea, and the characters are getting really impatient waiting for me to figure out what to do with them, so maybe a few comments left here will give me the motivation to keep going *wink wink*
For now, I present a piece of page 6 of Call Sign: Blackbird
“Looks like you’ve had a pretty interesting history,” he commented as he scanned her papers. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s broken as many bones as you have. Dislocated collarbone, fractured ulna, broken wrists, fingers and toes. What did you do on Earth? Professional stunt-woman?”
Heather laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear. It fell back in her face. “What can I say? I have an interest in extreme sports and I’m not too good at them.”
Dr. Hensen went over the file a little longer. “I’m going to guess mountain biking. With some snowboarding thrown in.”
“How could you possibly know that?” Heather asked, brow furrowed.
“It’s normal to develop a certain psychic ability on Mars. I’m sure you’ll pick it up in a few weeks.”
His face was completely straight and for a moment Heather didn’t know what to say. Then he laughed, and like Danny the sound was easy and playful.
“Sometimes I wish that were true. No, your injuries are pretty common. And it’s written in your chart.” He tapped the paper with a wink. “Now that I’ve given you all sorts of things to ponder, let’s get started, shall we?”