Frankenkitty
(Some assembly required)
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This is a sample from my work in progress, “Frankenkitty”, and I hope you enjoy it. It started out as a young-adult superhero book, and well, you’ll see. After blowing out the town power grid (temporarily as it turns out) Jenny reminds Amber with an IM that Mrs. Jones, the fons et origo, of the project wanted a sample of the pink solution.
In the morning Amber took a half-liter of the pink solution, still glowing though not as brightly as the night before, and put it in a bottle. On the way to the bus, she stopped at the Towers. She hesitated, then walked in and asked the attendant if he could give something to Mrs. Jones. He said he could; Amber pulled out the bottle and he said, “Homebrew?”
“Not really; don’t drink it.”
“It’s not dangerous, is it?”
“I don’t think so; Mrs. Jones gave us a recipe and wanted to see a sample when we made it; perfume.” It didn’t look nor did it smell like the attendant would even know what perfume was.
“Alright.”
This is a work in progress. In other news, I’ve become a booktrope author, but more on that latter. It has meant a change in pen-name.
I’m also looking for reviewers for my nearly ready book “The Curious Profession of Dr. Craven” It’s moved out of layout to final assembly, and is now waiting only on the final cover. There was a bit of a hiccough in production, but that’s sorted out.
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“It didn’t look nor did it smell like the attendant would even know what perfume was.” That is one way of putting it. Sure made me laugh! I suspect pink goop equals trouble!
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Thank you. The “pink goo” is the secret sauce.
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‘Perfume’ my asteroid. And definitely not drinkable, I’d guess.
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Interesting new development and I loved the idea that the guy wouldn’t know perfume! Well said! Great snippet from this unique story…
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I once tried to make perfume by denuding all my mother’s rose bushes and putting them in a container with water, then setting them in the sun. No power grids were blown… and nothing glowed.
So I’m not buying her story, either!
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