The Flying Woman is coming later this year, but for now, here’s the latest draft of Chapter Two. (Read a draft of Chapter One here, when the book was called Terrific.)
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The Flying Woman
By Daniel Sherrier
Greek gods lined the way to Mount Olympus … though these gods appeared in the form of meticulously maintained topiaries, and this Mount Olympus was a fat tower occupying a public park in the center of the city, standing taller than all else within a seven-mile radius.
Miranda hiked between looming bushes, down the long brick path that led straight to the elevator centered beneath the tower. As always, she found the nice old policeman, Officer Hoskins, patrolling the park with a friendly smile beneath his white mustache.
The overhead lights shaded and deepened his wrinkles as he nodded at her. “Welcome back, young lady. Enjoy yourself up there—but not too much, you hear?”
He said that every single time, and he chuckled at himself every time. But Miranda had to admire the old man’s relentlessly positive attitude. He may not have gone far in his career, but he seemed happy where he was. An enviable quality.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be sure to keep my ruckus to a minimum,” Miranda said, mirroring the smile.
And she entered the elevator, as usual, alone. Continue reading