A Thread of Time: Firesetter, book 1
““What do you think, Sandy?” he asked, showing me a pic of an old freightplane that looked like a deathtrap and was worth more in metal scrap than it ever would have been hauling goods in space.
I responded with some kind of noise, neither happy nor sad, not that Dad would have cared what I thought. He had already made the decision. I was offered a chance to go live with my mom, even though she hadn’t communicated with me beyond a birthday card since she dumped me at the age of eight. However..., we considered it briefly. In fact, Jill and I went on a vacation to Earth and made our best effort to reconnect. Unfortunately, we failed miserably at it.
If I had been given a choice, I would have preferred to have been cut loose, left to wander the galaxy on my own, searching for the place I was supposed to be, because it sure wasn’t with either parent.
Ever since my earliest memory, I had always felt like I didn’t belong. Maybe, I was a mental case from my mother’s inattention, or the lack of paternal figure in my infancy. Or, maybe, I was just a mental case, hearing a voice in my head, who whispered whenever it was quiet, calling to me when I tried to sleep. When I was ten, Dad showed me an old Imperial coin, and when I first touched it, the whispering voice started to scream. In the back of my brain, an old memory, an old feeling appeared from nowhere. I knew someone related to this coin, but who it was appeared fuzzy and just out of reach. These sensations both frightened and intrigued me at the same time.MoreLess
I responded with some kind of noise, neither happy nor sad, not that Dad would have cared what I thought. He had already made the decision. I was offered a chance to go live with my mom, even though she hadn’t communicated with me beyond a birthday card since she dumped me at the age of eight. However..., we considered it briefly. In fact, Jill and I went on a vacation to Earth and made our best effort to reconnect. Unfortunately, we failed miserably at it.
If I had been given a choice, I would have preferred to have been cut loose, left to wander the galaxy on my own, searching for the place I was supposed to be, because it sure wasn’t with either parent.
Ever since my earliest memory, I had always felt like I didn’t belong. Maybe, I was a mental case from my mother’s inattention, or the lack of paternal figure in my infancy. Or, maybe, I was just a mental case, hearing a voice in my head, who whispered whenever it was quiet, calling to me when I tried to sleep. When I was ten, Dad showed me an old Imperial coin, and when I first touched it, the whispering voice started to scream. In the back of my brain, an old memory, an old feeling appeared from nowhere. I knew someone related to this coin, but who it was appeared fuzzy and just out of reach. These sensations both frightened and intrigued me at the same time.MoreLess
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