My collection of science fiction stories, OTHER EARTH, OTHER STARS, is now available for Kindle. Amazon, in its infinite
algorithm wisdom, hath proclaimed that you can’t search for the actual title, but must drop the comma and search for OTHER EARTH OTHER STARS. Or, you can use the following link:
Here’s an excerpt from “The Woman Who Wasn’t A Shavetail.” It features characters from my science fiction comedy of bad manners, SIDESHOW IN THE CENTER RING, available for Kindle and in print.
“The Woman Who Wasn’t A Shavetail”
excerpt — by Marian Allen
Well, I should have known. The minute I looked up and saw that orange bumpkin blocking the sunlight, I should have known this whole thing was going to turn strange. Because my nephew came to the shop–Oh, yes, you can always count on Tosun to answer a call for help–but he had to bring her with him. Connie Phelan. I like Connie–don’t get me wrong, Connie and I are like two kits in a kindle, but you never know what she’ll decide to do.
“Hiya, Shahtsi,” she says to me, with that big black-lipped grin of hers. Yeah, THE Connie Phelan. The Terran holo star. She lives here, on Marner. Yeah, she really looks like that. Accident with a cosmetic product, she said: patches of different colored skin and hair–black, tan, white…. When I first saw her, I thought she was a shave-tail.
–A shave-tail is one of us with the fur trimmed real close. Shave-tails hang around with Terrans and wear clothes. We don’t think much of them, generally speaking.
So Tosun walks in with her behind him. My nephew is a good-looking fella, gray with black stripes, like me. You know how she looks–calico plus. She was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with the legs stopping just above her knees, black leather ruffles around the neck and wrists. She had diamond buckles on the toes of her black patent half-boots, and those gloves with the fingers cut out, also in black leather.
Tosun and I licked noses. Connie wiggled her multi-colored fingers at me.
Raj glanced from me to him to her and curled his lip. “I thought you said he was smart.”
“I heard that.” Connie showed him what his sneer might look like if it ate its vegetables and grew up big and strong. “If this half-grown rube calls me a shave-tail, I’m going to comb the hayseeds out of his hair with his teeth.”
Think that sounds like fun? Download the collection, or wait for the print version, which will go live at the end of the month. Meanwhile, I’ll be hand-selling the print version at The Imaginarium and the Kentuckiana Authors Book Blitz.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character searches unsuccessfully for something only to find it in a simple, stupid way.