Timber closed the second journal and rubbed at his eyes. He was getting tired, but he needed to finish the story so he could know where to continue on. There was a lot for him to go over and analyze in the pages of his notebooks. Nobody had outright blamed him for the things happening on the ship, but he wondered all the same if he'd done the wrong thing.
They'll tell me no, of course. In my heart, I know I what I did was best. Something isn't right. No one else might see the connection between what happened to Wicken and what I did to Rumor, but it seems like too much of a coincidence. What am I missing? It has to be here somewhere.
He started reading the third journal.
YOU ARE READING
Displaced
Science FictionChevelle Donahue thought going into work would be just like any other boring day at the mall. Sure, there was her annoying co-worker Wicken Sanders, and a promotional visit from teen heartthrob Timber Hudson, to watch and keep her entertained. But w...
