Draft of 23,000 word novella, DONE. Sent out to one of my writing groups (I have two now, because I am nothing if not overcommitted), but would still love a few more beta readers to look at it and send me your thoughts. Science fiction, South Asian-settled planet, married couple (two women) as protagonists. If you’d like to read and send me your thoughts (within, say, two weeks?), let me know!
“Amara woke gasping for breath. For a moment, she was back there, in the tunnels on Missile Night, the air thick with smoke as Dhir’s bomb exploded, blood and flesh spattering across the room, her face, and she could taste it, the metallic salt on her tongue – and oh. That brought her to full wakefulness, that taste. All through her pregnancy, she’d tasted metal on her tongue; almost the same as blood, but not quite. There was no blood here, no smoke. Missile Night was a full year past. She was in her bed, and if she couldn’t breathe, that was probably the baby, pressing on something they shouldn’t.”