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Wendy E Gamble
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Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
When you Leave the Kids for Space
If you accept the burden of Captaining a mission to cure Earth of an alien disease in Earth’s first deep space ship, you might assume your teenagers back on Earth will follow the plan you left with them. Surprise! Teens free from Dad are unpredictable. Normally, most people know that. Normally, a teen with a father still alive will more or less behave themselves. To a teen, though, having your father leave Earth on a dangerous mission for what is expected to be a long time must bring conflicting emotions of grief and freedom from parental influence similar to a death. Hence, the thrill of pilot school instead of the discussed slog of academics. Enjoy this tiny excerpt from the trilogy finale that opens a universe of further adventures. (Click “View Profile” or my website to see my science fiction books available now.)
Book Excerpt
Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3
He was shocked when, a minute later, his daughter’s voice came on.
“Uh…hello? Is someone there?” she asked suspiciously.
“Elissa!” he said.
“Dad? Really?”
“Yes, it’s me. Most of us are alive and well, and we’ve made good progress. Sorry for the report, but I don’t know how long I’ve got. You should pass on this message to the government. Is Raymond there?”
“You just missed him. Flying lesson.”
“Flying lesson! What class is that for?”
There was a silence.
“Elissa?”
“I should have let him tell you. He didn’t go to university. Pilot training called him.”
“What??” Walsh breathed deeply. “Ok, you’re right I need to talk to him about this. How are you doing?”
“Exams went well as usual. I’m looking forward to graduating! Probably grad school after though, as you expected. At least one of us is predictable.”
“That’s great,” Walsh said. Quick question, do you or Raymond want to inherit my wedding ring, or can I pay for this call with it?”
“Wow,” Elissa said. “I think I’d better say you can pay for the call with it. It looks like you anyway. I’ll want to design my own for my husband, when I find him.”
“Ok, I have to go. I love you. Tell Raymond I love him. He has some explaining to do though.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell him.”
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