Sprint laughed, pulling his friend to him in an entirely heterosexual bear hug and squeezing him tenderly.
‘Don’t trust them,’ the engineer whispered, his voice dropping to a whisper. ‘Star Corps command. They’re not who you think they are.’ Before Dash could respond, or free himself from the now uncomfortably long embrace, he heard a warm voice addressing him warmly.
‘Well, aren’t you a sight for sore space-eyes?’
Dash looked up. Colonel Daringman was striding across the landing bay with long strides, a wide smile on his smiling face. In an instant, Dash knew something was different. His Space-Zen instincts told him that Daringman was a traitor at the very least and quite possibly a shape-shifting Mhal-Evol’Unt agent. From now on, Dash knew he wouldn’t be able to trust anyone. From now on, he was on his own – a maverick space-cowboy operating outside the restrictions of the military command structure. Also, he suddenly realised that he had never known who his father was and maybe he should start being motivated by the desire to find out.
Does this mean we aren't to write badly well anymore? May we now just write badly? I have so wanted to write badly.
ReplyDeleteToward whom should I first write badly at? Tu?
Space-Zen will become a Facebook religion one day.
ReplyDeleteLove the last line.
ReplyDeleteI love the first. That's comedic timing right there.
ReplyDeleteI’m currently rereading of the archives of this excellent blog for the third or so time in my life… and it is only just now that I realized that “Mhal-Evol’Unt” sounds like “malevolent”. I’m amazed that I never noticed before.
ReplyDeleteAlso, if enough LGBT people buy the books, his orientation might change.
ReplyDeleteHe wasn't MARRIED to being heterosexual.