Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

The Devil Is In The Details...


Hey Everyone!! :-)

Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from the third Petri Dish book:
To shake the sense of being overwhelmed, Petri tried focusing on the details of what was happening around her. Ahead and to her left, an old man with a makeshift crutch was holding out a cup to passersby. It was an activity Petri had spent many hours engaged in, herself, in real life, but she couldn’t imagine why anyone would need to do so here.

“What would people need to beg for here?”

Vlad gave her one of his slow blinks. “What do you mean?"

She nodded her head towards the beggar with the crutch. “Why would anyone need to beg here? What would people need?”

Chessie grinned at Vlad's incredulous expression. “Petri doesn't spend much time in the rainbow, and when she does it's always in free areas like government-sponsored libraries and learning centers. She hasn’t really explored much," explained the older woman.

Turning back to Petri, Chessie continued, “There's currency here, just like in the real world. It just comes in a different form.”

Her brow furrowing, Petri persisted, “But what do people need here? You can't eat. I mean, how would the food get to your stomach? If you’re tired or want to get away from other people, you disconnect. So, you don’t need a place to live. I understand you can interact with other people, and some people might charge for that interaction. And I get that you can buy information, like what you sell when you diddle, but if people needed money for that, wouldn’t they need to get it in the real world?






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