Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian X (Space Cowboy)

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Another six from my drawer novel.

Remember that e-mail that freaked Clyota in part five?  She finally opened it:

“My name is William Stanhope-Hardcastle.  We never met, but I was with your mother at WASA, until I hung up my spurs.  We flew all the early Moon port missions together and I even went along for the ride to Io— sure heard a lot about you during all those flight hours.”

I’ll bet he had—the Jupiter Rescue had been smack in the middle of my worst adolescent angst, when I’d been convinced that Mom had chosen to leave my sulking, unpleasant self to rescue those colonists from certain death just to spite me.

“Anyway, a while back, Monica sent me a lockbox for safekeeping and told me to pass it along to you if anything happened. 

Guess it did.”


Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth ♦ SeventhEighthNinth


24 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian X (Space Cowboy)

  1. This scene is the linchpin upon which the entire novel revolves and it’s excellent the first time you read it, but the second time, especially once you know what it means, it’s stellar.

    • I never thought of that, but another friend also said that the real mystery isn’t what Monica did, but what the box contains and why it was sent.


    • Thanks so much for the offer, Angela! This has been sitting in a drawer, literally, for about five years—but it’s getting such a positive reaction here that I asked a friend to look it over and see if it’s actually salvageable. I’m still working through her notes, but if I do decide to tackle the (extensive) revisions and need another pair of eyes, I’ll definitely ask!

    • Thank you so much, Dan!

      I hadn’t intended to shop this around at all—as I told Wendy a few comments up, it’s pretty old and I didn’t know much about plotting or revising when I wrote it—but now I’m not sure.

      Whatever happens, it probably won’t be soon . . . never is!

  2. The bit about the teenage angst cracked me up. My sister just returned from San Francisco with her sulky 14-year-old, who turned up her nose at every offering and was generally an unpleasant little grouch throughout most of the trip. I could see my niece writing a sentence like that a decade or two from now.

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