Here’s the next excerpt from Karrik, Book 6 of my SciFi series, Taxyon Space
He twisted onto his side, his intact hand flailing against the knotted edge of the swaying hammock. He wailed, a forlorn cry, bemoaning his losses.
“Hush.” The sister brushed his shoulder, “You are safe.”
Soothed by her gentle touch, he quieted.
She asked, “Would you like to go into the garden.”
He forced the sounds through his lips, “Uh…Uh…ish.”
“Urish,” she completed the word for him. “Good.” She pulled the blanket off his body, eased him into a sitting position, and wrapped him in a white robe.
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A second sister appeared, padding softly in her bare feet and guiding a hovercart.
The two sisters worked together to lift him out of the hammock and into the cart.
Helpless to prevent this humiliation, he moaned and wriggled.
“Hush, Karrik,” a sister said. “Why are you fussing? You like the garden.”
Burning with shame, he sobbed. They didn’t understand. He wanted to walk instead of being bundled into a cart like a dead fish.
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