The Trader and the Devil (part 2)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of The Trader and the Devil here, part 3 here. Running the survey course reinvigorated Harper somewhat.  The astrogation system would politely ask to confirm a change in vector or to review findings.  Not that the program needed his input, but it made Harper feel useful.  The parade of orbiting rock was soothing and he spent more time awake, embroidering his dress whites, reading, or watching the stars shift. He stopped counting days, but 243 degrees…

The Trader and the Devil (part 1)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part two of The Trader and the Devil here, part three here. Harper was going to have to write the entire trip off as a loss.  He’d had his fair share of bad runs—nobody could perfectly predict what fate-cursed thing would depress or inflate a planetary economy—but this was the kicker. There was profit loss on the first leg to Igmat because the system had consolidated their seat of power, doing something funny to their coin in the…

Morningstar (part 2)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of Morningstar here. The problem, Babe was finding, was that she was hiding too well.  Her plan for this round of their macabre game of tag involved enticing Allenie onto her chosen ground.  Which was going to be difficult if she couldn’t be found. Their release had been staggered.  After Babe’s coffin unsealed she checked Allenie’s.  The observation port was opaqued.  The other woman could still be in the cryodoc, sleeping or listening to the machine’s…

Morningstar (part 1)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Allenie took a practice swing with the mace and wondered again if the whole thing was going to be worth it.  Shaking off her doubt, she turned to the shopkeeper. “Have you got anything I can test it with?”  Oily with smiles, he directed Allenie to a back room hung full of carcases.  Idly twirling the mace she strolled between bodies, looking for a target.  She called over her shoulder.  “Any prime rib you want me to leave…

It’s The Little Things

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Ellis fidgeted at her desk, trying to concentrate on her report.  Touch-typing, she watched the door of the break room while keying out familiar phrases. “Inventory ordered automatically, acknowledged and charged to company following S.O.P. for . . . .” There, Doyle was finally going to lunch.  Empty tea mug in hand, he sauntered through the swinging door.  Ellis continued typing, fingers firm on the keys. “When received, stock was found to be a mis-ship.  The supplier’s packing…