Pan de Luz
Sometimes the aliens are more alien than expected
Yesterday I related my experience putting together thirty thousand words in two weeks, combining some transition material and some already written material. This is one of the transition chapters, leading to Indian Shadow’s death in time and re-emergence in a timeless state.
The waitress looked up and said, “Sit anyplace you want to.” She had one knee on the booth opposite a powerfully built man with big muscles and a shaved head. They were speaking confidentially. He handed something to the waitress which she dropped into the pocket of her apron. The muscle man stood and put his fists together behind his head, pushing his elbows out to stretch his upper back and chest. It also exposed his shoulder holster.
“I have to go to court today,” he said.
“It’ll be all right,” the waitress said.
The man said, “I didn’t do nothing.”
“Then just tell them that, honey.”
Indian Shadow was at the counter, studying the menu and paying no overt attention to them. Shelter John was reading a throwaway paper and was turned away from everybody else. He and Indian Shadow had in common that they didn’t need to look at somebody to pay attention to them. The man walked past Shelter John, almost brushing against…
