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Good afternoon, snippetteers! We’re back from our travels with lots of lovely memories of sights seen, food eaten, and people met. It was a busy week with no writing and very little reading, so now I’m positively rearing to go. In between answering emails, catching up with work, and preparing for the release of my fantasy novella Repeat Offence on August 14, I’ve been trying to find some writing time. I’m still switching between two of my projects, but for the moment I will stick with the dystopian story Sound Judgement for my weekly rainbow snippets posts.
We left Ian and his fellow Sweepers in a house in Streatham, looking for illegal weapons and with Patrick drooling over the steampunk decor. So far, there has been no site of a bomb, but this is all about to change. Or is it?
From Sound Judgement
“Patrick.” He spoke quietly, just as Patrick had done earlier when Ian had been the one spun in his thoughts. The response was the same.
“Here.” Patrick pushed to his feet. “This is… something else.”
The little sheepish smile on his face did all sorts of strange things to Ian’s guts. He ignored it. “Yeah. Let’s see what else this place has in store for us.”
The Steampunk-themed decor continued through the kitchen dining room and up into the bedrooms. Whoever owned the place fancied himself as the mad inventor type. He was also painfully tidy. Every ornament had its place and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. Neither was there anything that could have prompted the call.
Not until they hit pay dirt on the top floor, where the internal walls had been removed to create one large attic space. The rest of the house might have been a museum, styled to look like a workshop. The room they now stood in was nothing but workshop.
And right in the middle, on a large wooden table, sat a contraption made from metal cylinders and cog wheels, with wires trailing everywhere.