Crystal Butterflies

January 29, 2010

The opening few lines from the "Crystal Butterflies" novel. A twisted story about intertwining destinies.....

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“It isn’t really there at all. Whatever you think you see, it is just your mind’s way of dealing with the shift when we went down the hole.” Her hair is shaved in the standard spacer crew cut showing her natural blonde coloring through the white-frosted tips. Her green eyes stare at the sole occupant of the compartment who gazes at the darkened ceiling.
Turning, he looks at her, starting from her feet then moving quickly up her body to her head. She radiates military from her standard five foot six height, whip-iron muscular build along with her standard tan-colored flight uniform with the name Adele stenciled across her left breast pocket in block lettering. The duty uniform shows no decoration except for the gold braid insignia on her collar marking her as a lieutenant in the armed forces. Her deck boots are so highly polished, the reflection of the overhead lighting glares off. Even the buttons on her pants and shirt have a high gloss to their brass finish.
While not the most beautiful woman, she can be very easily seen as quite attractive, although I would never consider her my type. She has been too busy thinking of only the military as the beginning, middle and end of her life. It will take her a little time to figure out she is not married to the military and they sure aren’t married to only her. I guess, everybody has their own ideas of what the perfect life will be.
The man locks his gaze on her green eyes.
“Excuse me Lieutenant Adele. It seems I was lost in momentary reflection of present and past circumstances. Aside from my attention, you said something wasn’t here.” A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth showing a perfect set of teeth beneath his dark brown eyes. “I am hoping you are not referring to some necessary piece of our ship. It would strike me as such a pity to have traveled all this way to try and find the Absolution only to find we have forgotten to pack a spare tire. Or perhaps a piece of rope to pull us out of the hole we seem to have fallen into.”