Christmas in space?
That was the challenge that was presented to me by fellow author, TT Linse, just last month. She was putting together a collection of short science fiction stories that were set in space and related to Christmas. "Do you have anything for me?" she said.
I pondered this intriguing idea and wound up pitching the second concept I came up with. She loved the pitched and asked if I could get it to her in a week.
Now that's a fast turnaround, but I felt so intrigued by the concept her request had inspired that I figured I should at least give it try. So I got to work. The result wound up being published on her site on Christmas Day. It will also be included in an anthology book of short stories about Christmas in space.
If you would like to give it a read, I invite you to check out the first scene from the story bellow and head over to TT Linse's site to read the whole thing.
Lissy Avila cracked the knuckles on her short fingers for the fourth time as she swallowed back her nerves at being summoned by the new Secretary-General for the Council of Earth Nations, or CEN. Her thoughts wandered down paths she did not wish to tread, so she took a deep breath and practiced emptying her mind, separating her awareness from her fleeting emotions. The door slid open and Jack Anderson, tall and blond, strode in. Avila stood, ready to welcome him. A tall young woman followed him in.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, reverend,” Anderson said and smiled as he reached out a hand.
“No apology necessary.” Avila shook his hand. “And no one around here calls me reverend. I’m simply Lissy.”
“I see. You’ll have to forgive my propensity for formalities. This is my lead administrator, Ms. Gwen Martin.” He indicated the young woman. The woman brushed back a lock of red hair and nodded slightly, and the three of them took their seats around the conference table.
“I’m going to be forthright with you, reverend—or … Ms. Avila,” Anderson said. “I’ve been led to believe you apprecia