Here are the first three paragraphs of a new story of mine–just enough to whet your appetite, I hope!
Cemetery in the Clouds
by Sørina Higgins
It was the turn of the twenty-seventh century, and grave-robbing wasn’t what it used to be. Jerry Spiker sighed as he injected his morning coffee. He pulled on his boots and shook his head as he looked at the tell-tale cloud stains. Those would be the death of him someday.
Turn of the twenty-seventh century already, but being a detective isn’t what it used to be, Prentice Guy grumbled as he scanned the mental headlines. He sorted them into a prioritized list, then summoned his assistant.
For one thing, Jerry thought, cursing to himself as he zipped up his neotec-lined, phauxfleece-stuffed, wickwarm-topped coat, he actually had to go outside these days. He thought of the good old times when he sat in his warm office in a reconditioned humRV, traveling the little-used M1 up and back, up and back. Sometimes he’d be the only driver in a world of automated cars, their weary passengers sleeping while the vehicles piloted themselves flawlessly along. He’d park somewhere on the edge of Londone and deploy his remote-controlled sensors and diggers, sit back and enjoy a hot infusion in his veins, watching on multiple screens while the machines did all the work. It wasn’t like that anymore. Things were really going downhill these days.