Forget the stupid cat–he has a tummy ache from eating too much catfood. Filling in for him is me, Twiggles, Edward Hoornaert’s dog! Isn’t that great! But this isn’t about me — after all, I’m not a cat, though I sure do hope you like me! — but about a bunch of really brilliant writers in the Weekend Writing Warriors group who share snippets of their work. Wonderful human beings, all of them!
Today’s snippet continues with Mr V’s recently released Alien Contact for Kid Sisters. Marianne, the queen’s kid sister, got put in a tunnel for safekeeping after a bombing by rebels, with orders to obey Captain Charleyjohn, her bodyguard. However, a fun-loving con man is wearing the captain’s uniform with “Charleyjohn” embroidered on it. Here’s his first interaction with her:
Marianne had done TV interviews about Kwadra; she’d filmed dozens of commercials for Kwadran hair-care products; her affair with Prince Reese had been trumpeted by all the tabloids — but did anyone remember her? No, she was always Ell’s kid sister.
“Wow,” Charleyjohn said, “I never thought I’d meet Harmon’s sister.”
Against her will, Marianne smiled. No matter how tired she was of being overshadowed, no one had ever had a more famous—or better—big sister. In addition to making first alien contact, Ell had filmed a TV show with King Tro during their three weeks of quarantine, and Alien Contact for Idiots, as Ell had sarcastically named it, averted war by showing the world that the alien invaders were civilized humans worthy of a good woman’s love.
“Hey, you know my first name?” he asked
Wondering if Captain Charleyjohn was crazy, Marianne blinked. “Well, gee, let me guess … Rumpelstiltskin?”
Can anyone figure out why the con man asks about the first name?
Be sure to check out the other great snippets on Weekend Writing Warriors.
PS — Wanna know what I look like? Do ya? Huh, huh? Here I am staring lovingly at Mr. V’s grandson, Wesley. He’s a wonderful human being!