Effing Feline naps #wewriwa

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I, Effing Feline, have an extremely long attention span — for a cat, that is — and right now I’m concentrating hard at being literary so I can choose another snippet for your Ed-fication. (See what I did there?) I want each snippet to be the best I can possibly find, so —

Uh, excuse me. Gotta be litterary, rather than literary. . . . . . . . . .

I’m back! Let’s see, I was talking about cat food, right? Yummie stuff, especially the . . .

Not cat food, you say? Instead, today’s snippet from Ed’s newest sci fi rom, Constellation XXI? Well, if you insist.

I’m bored, so I’ll pounce ahead a chapter. Sienna captains a tugship (outer space’s answer to a tugboat) and has matched speed with an incoming ship captained by Crispin Hunt, her first and best lover. (FYI, Sergeant Vallant calls Sienna “Cherry” because this is her first solo flight.)

And then there was nothing more to do except wait for her airlock to open for the traditional salute to the other ship’s captain. Who happened to be Crispin . . . her Crispin.

No, no, no; remember to call him Captain Hunt.

Sienna disengaged all connections to her command chair, removed her helmet, slipped on her uniform jacket and beret, tapped panel Aft L4 so it simulated a mirror, adjusted her beret, and then shimmied up the ladder in the shaft leading to external lock number two.

Sergeant Vallant was already there, standing at parade rest. “Your beret’s crooked, Cherry.”

“It can’t be, I just–” Sienna turned to the brushed metal airlock door and tried to glimpse her reflection. While she was fumbling with the beret, Vallant slapped a panel to open the door. The marine was either a prankster or sadistic, because Crispin’s first sight of her after six years was her armpit.

Effing Feline here again. Speaking of armpits, isn’t salmon cat food great? Uh, I was talking about cat food wasn’t I? No? Maybe catnip — or catnaps. Yeah, that was it. Nap time!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(Ed here. While Effing naps, be sure to check out the other great writers in Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday. But do it quietly so you don’t wake him!)

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Constellation XXI

Rediscovering Love at the Worst Possible Time

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Although Sienna Dukelsky had been the most promising student pilot at Keening AstroSpace Academy, she inexplicably settles for a routine, unglamorous job guiding incoming spaceships to safe berths at Farflung Space Station. Rumors blamed her startling decision on heartbreak after Crispin Hunt, the love of her life, got expelled.

Approaching Farflung years several later, Crispin’s freighter is met by Sienna’s tugship. Love rekindles, though dampened by old betrayals. And when her ship loses power while aimed straight at the space station, Sienna must confront astonishing secrets about Crispin and his cargo—secrets that make hers the most important job in the galaxy.

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