Tathrelle is the only liberal in the Cabossian government, representing the will of the people, and responsible for communicating with them how the war with the Cavirii is going. She has a pregnant wife and all seems well. The future seems promising, until she meets her new assistant. Something is off with the man.
But when Tathrelle wakes up the following morning, subtle changes have happened overnight. She shrugs it off.
Then it happens again. And again. Someone, somehow, is changing all of that, as Tathrelle begins to wonder if her memories are faulty or her mind is going. Can she trust the face she sees in the mirror? Is Caboss winning the war, or losing it? Why is she suddenly the pregnant one?
Only her dreams provide a clue, a small vestige of what came before.
Trust your dreams, not your memory.
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.
Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”
A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”
Janet Gershen-Siegel is a freelance science fiction author and blogger for Adventures in Career Changing, which focuses on social media marketing. Her latest fiction project is a near-future detective trilogy, The Obolonk Murders. She works in social media, and lives in Boston with her husband and more computers than they need. You can visit her at http://janetgershen-siegel.com