Page 41 of Nice and Splicy

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Sneak Peek: Brekk: Book One in the Arixxia Fields

ChapterOne

Planet Hallion

Sometime in the future…

Isabella

“Thanks for coming,” I say for the third time as I check my wrist comm. “If you don’t mind, let’s just wait a few more minutes for any stragglers.”

Who am I kidding, I wonder as I look out at my audience of two people. It’s a quarter after. No one is going to straggle in to the Arixxia Fields Town Hall. I’m left with the two people sitting at opposite ends of the room.

I try not to let them see all my optimism spool onto the ancient wooden plank floor, but this wasn’t what I envisioned when I cooked up what I thought was a great idea.

The blue male with what looks like a terrible white wig at the base of his fragile antennae, and the elderly female with four golden eyes looking out of her emerald green face, look like they’re going to bail in two minutes if I don’t get the show on the road.

“Well,” I say with a shrug, trying to dredge up the same enthusiasm with which I pitched this project to the mayor, “let’s get started, shall we?”

Their lack of observable emotion makes me wonder if Mayor Alderon paid them to show up. They couldn’t be here because they’re excited about this, could they? Because they’re both glancing longingly at the door.

“I’m Isabella Martinez, a transplant from Earth. I’m here to tell you about my favorite Earth holiday and why I want to bring it here, to Arixxia Fields.”

At least they’re giving me eye contact. That has to be a good sign, right?

“As you know, Arixxia Fields is known throughout the galaxy for our Jule celebration. We even change our name to Frosttown for the festivities. It’s an event people look forward to all year. Because it brings so many tourists—and their money—to our small town, over the last few decades, we’ve beefed up celebrations at other times of the year.”

Crap. I’m losing them. The four-eyed female’s eyes are drooping.

I increase my volume and continue, “Which made me wonder how much fun it would be if I brought my favorite Earth celebration to Arixxia Fields. Everyone could enjoy it, and over time, perhaps it could be a value-add to the community.”

To keep their attention, I’m pacing in the front of the room in the town hall on this Hallmark-perfect picturesque town square. If this doesn’t keep them awake, perhaps I should lead them in a quick round of calisthenics.

The door behind me bangs open, and I wonder if someone from the women’s choir arrived early.

“I’m sorry, we have this room until…” Words quit falling from my lips and the thoughts evaporate from my mind as I turn to see the handsomest male in the galaxy pause in my doorway.

“Sorry,” he says.

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