Six sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XII (Home Sweet Home)

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Six more from my drawer novel.

 

 

I signed over the desk to my third shift replacement, clocked out at 2100 hours,  and let my car—a nifty little Ford Shirataki I had just paid off—take me home.

I plugged the Shirataki into its charger, locked the garage door behind me, and trudged around to the front.  There hadn’t been enough credit in my accounts to get a Security Garage Door installed, so I’d had the connecting door to the house and the back door sealed until I did—I’d had break-ins that first year,  people looking for revenge, an excusable target, or just souvenirs.

I keyed my code into the DoorPost, which released a hardcopy letter from Aunt Rosie and announced that it had recorded thirty-four messages and had issued a trespassing alert, one warning blast, no fatalities.

I walked up the path to the Door, which let me in and locked behind me.

Home Sweet Home.

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Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth ♦ Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh

26 thoughts on “Six sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XII (Home Sweet Home)

  1. I love that as futuristic as this novel is, it’s not far-fetched at all. The car driving itself, plugging it in–things that we do and are around the corner. Now, the door is something totally sci-fi, but I can see that happening no problem. I always liked the door. Great six, Sarah!

    • Really? YES! Thank you, Anna! That’s the feel I wanted—futuristic realism, slightly shopworn.

      That chain gives you several chances to change your mind—it might not prevent you from inviting your ex over after a whole bottle of Merlot and a sad movie, but it might prevent you from opening the door . . . . It actually exists, by the way. Also comes in brushed steel.

    • Thanks, Gayle. I’m loving your story and I was serious about pleading to be offering my services as a beta.

      May I also thank you for that marvelous image of Mr. Lamont? 😉

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