I had hoped that after I had put my NaNo project aside, normal service would have been resumed with one of my half-finished novels.
However, the voices in my head had other ideas.
Instead of that, I had an idea for a new crime sci-fi thriller. In the same vein as The Hitman and the Thief, it will be a tale of interplanetary intrigue. This one will feature twins, who have been apart for a while and might not be aware of what each other has been up to.
Here are the first few paragraphs.
So it all came down to this. The mad dash halfway across the inhabited Galaxy ended in this dingy corridor, under flickering fluorescent lights. There was a strange smell, not quite cleaning fluids, something sweet and cloying.
My companion, an overworked detective in a poorly fitting suit, was shuffling uncomfortably, as if eager to get this all over with. He had explained what would happen.
I had just nodded, unable to take in what he was telling me. I had seen enough movies to know what to expect. I wasn’t space-lagged, we had sorted the time difference out on the way. I hadn’t really had time to process what had happened, my mind was still on Hisperis, at the moment when I had been given the news.
The door he had knocked on was wooden, with a frosted glass panel, behind which bright light could be seen. It opened to show us a white-coated figure.
“Come in,” he said. The walls were tiled and gleaming, as was the bright metal examination bench in the middle of the room. Along one wall was a set of doors, with black painted numbers and handles. The man went to Number 15, which was ironic in the circumstances, considering it was the number of the house where Alex and I had grown up. He pulled on the handle and a trolley slid out, the contents covered by a white sheet.
“If you’re ready, Mr Walters,” my companion said. “Can you formally identify the deceased as your sister, Ms Alexandra Walters? “
He nodded and the mortuary attendant pulled back the sheet. I looked at the face. There was a sudden rush of emotions.
“Please take your time,” he added, placing what he must have thought was a comforting hand on my shoulder.
How long did it take to recognise your twin sister?
Not long in this case.
It wasn’t her.
I have no idea where this will go or what will happen next. It may be that I never get any more, or I might be overrun with ideas. Past performance has shown me that anything is possible. But I’m hoping that I find out more. And you’ll be the first to know.
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