TITLE: Rebecca Kagan
GENRE: Speculative fiction
This would have to be a baffle-everyone-with-attitude kind of day. After a deep breath I forced the memories of my dead dad and missing sister from my mind. I needed this contract, and it was up to me to represent the construction business I’d inherited from him. I didn't want to lay off any more employees, and my estimators had worked long hours to calculate our bid as close as possible.
Opening my truck door, I got out and glanced behind the seat at my survival backpack. Today, it felt silly to carry it with me everywhere I went. I almost shut the door then remembered the sealed bid envelope. I grabbed it from the console, and fumbled with my two fingered right hand, dropping it into the slush. Swearing under my breath, I wiped the envelope dry on the lower pant leg of my jeans. The ink smeared, but it would have to do. I strode into the City of Denver municipal building with purposeful long strides, my shoulders back and my head held high.
My watch showed 2:20 as I entered the room. I glanced around while my tendril-like senses checked out everyone’s emotional disposition. The ability to read people’s energy came in handy when people hid their feelings behind a façade.