Prequel to The Stars Change

Finished an overdue story revision and sent it in. (It’s a prequel story to “The Stars Change,” although should be read afterwards, because it has spoilers.)

Kind of wanted to hold onto it and revise it again, and again, and again, I think because it’s been so long since I’ve been consistently writing fiction that I don’t trust my judgement on whether I’ve done anything good or not. That’s what editors are for, though. We’ll see.

At least this is the last week of the semester and will be full of student final presentations and questions and anxiety, which will hopefully leave very little room for me to fret about my fiction.


A short man, mixed-race by the look of him, smiled at Réalta over a pair of old-fashioned glasses. “Young lady, I was hoping you could help me with a small difficulty.”

She smiled back professionally. After a month on the job, she had the smile down. “I’ll do my best, ser. Your name?”

“Arvin O’Hanlon.”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“The weight allowance is only ten kilos for a third class ticket to Earth, but I was hoping to bring twenty kilos; there’s some sentimental memorabilia I’d hate to leave behind.” The man slid the baggage form across to her, and Réalta glanced down, then froze. Underneath it was a hundred-credit chip, sticking out.

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