Lasting Echoes
Posted By GL Drummond on April 7, 2009
Filed Under Alternate history, Excerpts, Shapeshifters | Leave a Comment
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 0
Lasting Echoes is a collection of short stories covering Shadow’s past.
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt from The Outcast:
Lubbock, Texas 1958
In the lunchroom, I went through the line and paused, surveying the tables for an empty spot. There was one that no one was sitting at the end of, so I walked towards it. Whispers followed as I passed other tables.
“What is she?”
“My parents are gonna blow when they find out…”
“You see her eyes? Non-human freak.”
“One of those animal people things…”
“Feral…”
Miserable, I sat down and stared at my lunch, which I didn’t really want to eat. I forced myself to though, tuning out the whispers still going on.
Guess no one had ever told them that Ferals had really good hearing I thought. Or maybe, some of them know, and just don’t care if I hear them or not.
I was about halfway finished with my lunch when someone sat down across from me. A boy, I saw as I peeked through my bangs at him. The look on his face told me I was in for trouble, and my heart dropped.
“What are you?” he asked abruptly, leaning on the table as he stared at me.
“A girl.” I dropped my eyes back to my food, pushing my fork around in what was left.
“That’s not what I meant. What are you?” he asked again.
“A Feral.”
“Cat, dog, what? Got yellow eyes, you a coyote?” A slight smile appeared on his face as I peeked up at him again. “You been actin’ like a coyote, all slinkin’ around the halls.”
‘Don’t start any trouble’ Daddy’s voice reminded me silently. I blinked at the boy, dropping my eyes before answering him. “Wolf.”
“Huh. Still say ya act like a coyote. What kind of name is Shadow? That’s somethin’ you’d name a dog.” A growl tried to force its way out, but I shoved a bite of food in and swallowed it down. He continued,” My dad says the government’s stupid for lettin’ the freaks be citizens.”
I raised my head a little. “My people were here before yours were.”
He narrowed his blue eyes at me, looked at my hair, and then laughed. “Aw, man, you’re Indian, too? Three strikes…little animal Indian girl.”
I stood up, dropped off my tray to where I was supposed to, and slipped out of the lunchroom.
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