Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LIV (Clueless)

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Clyota has received a birthday card from her deceased, space-pilot-turned-mass-murderer mother—but it doesn’t make any sense. 

The date is wrong, the sentiment is wrong, the poem is cutesy-poo—is this a sign that her mother had lost her mind?  Or does it mean something else?

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“She never forgot my birthday; I was born on Flag Day, and she always told me the parade was in my honor—Wait.  The lieutenant told me to have a happy birthday, too, didn’t he?”

The Pressman closed his eye, and a whirring sound emanated from somewhere inside.  “He appeared most emphatic.”

“So . . . what are we missing?”

“I believe,” said the Pressman, “it might be a clue.”

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I hear that Six Sentence Sundays are coming to a close soon.  I don’t know what we’ll all be doing for Sunday posts, but I’m planning to stop by regularly and see what all of you are up to on your blogs—and I hope you might do the same.

Happy Holidays to those of you who will be celebrating one this week!

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Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LIII (Happy Birthday?)

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Clyota and the Pressmen finally open that mysterious lockbox—and find a bunch of documents that are not, at first glance, worth a man’s life—or his death. But there’s also an Eyes Only sealed packet containing a message addressed to Clyota:

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I stared at my name on the envelope. A letter from Mom—I shivered, knowing I needed to open it, but still afraid of its contents: a confession, a reason, the ravings of a madwoman?

I weighed it in my hands, then pulled the flap up and slid out the contents. What had Mom wanted to say to me?

My disbelieving eyes saw a bright, cheery bouquet of flowers, tied with a bright pink ribbon and sporting glittery, textured calligraphy.

Mom had wanted to say “Happy Birthday to a Wonderful Daughter.”

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Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LII (Cold Comfort)

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After the revelations of the past couple of Sundays, Clyota accuses the Pressman of wanting the broadcast rights to a good story more than he wants justice for his murdered wife.

He tells her he wants both.

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“I betrayed the Pressman’s Code the night Jessica died and I betrayed her by abandoning a solid lead to hold her empty shell in my arms,”  he said. “I will not make the same mistake again.”

I didn’t know what to say.  Comfort seemed impossible and unwanted—the Pressman was not my friend, although I thought he was no longer an enemy. 

 “Fine,” I said finally.  “Turn yourself back on and let’s get going.” 

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Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
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Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
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Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LI (All About Me)

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For those of you who wondered about Clyota’s reaction to last week’s six, here ’tis:

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Used again. 

I realized that it was stupid to care; it was a given that the Pressman had been using me to get a story, and I had made obvious assumptions about his motivation—it never would have occurred to me that the story might not be his primary focus.  Why it mattered that he had a personal reason rather than a professional one, I didn’t know, or why it hurt, just a little, that he hadn’t told me any of this before.

I rolled my eyes.  After all, it was all about me and my feelings, wasn’t it?

Or maybe the problem was that it never seemed to be about me?

 

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Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
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Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian L (Pathways)

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I hope everyone who celebrated Thanksgiving had a happy one and that everyone else had a pleasant Thursday!

And here we are, again:

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“The only surety is that Gladstone-Klein does not want anyone to know what Jessica recorded concerning MoonShot.  But,” he said, a mirthless smile curling his lip, “but . . .

“There is no such thing as an absence of story,” he continued, as if quoting, “and I decided that if I could not follow in Jessica’s footsteps, I would try a new path to the same end.”

“Me.”

“You.  The daughter of Monica Henderson-Mykota.  And,” he said, “I was right.”

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FirstSecondThirdFourthFifthSixth
SeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfth Thirteenth
FourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenth
EighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-second
Twenty-thirdTwenty-fourthTwenty-fifthTwenty-sixth
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Thirty-firstThirty-secondThirty-thirdThirty-fourthThirty-fifth
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