Recovery Space

By Barbara Lund

Anything can happen on a mining platform (good or bad) so when a six-year-old child goes missing on Platform Eight, Officer Cordova must find her fast...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara Lund
• Release date: Feb 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781944127046

Barbara Lund

Award-winning speculative fiction author Barbara Lund has several indie-published novels, dozens of short stories, and has been traditionally published in Daily Science Fiction and L. Ron Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future, Volume 37 (November 2021).She won the Writers of the Future Golden Pen (2021), along with a First Place, three Silver Honorable Mentions, and two Honorable Mentions. She won the 24th Annual Critters Best Magical Realism Short Story.She's always working on new novels and short stories.Add a husband, two kids, and a martial arts obsession, and she keeps pretty busy.

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RECOVERY SPACE

PLATFORM EIGHT #2

Barbara Lund

Copyright © 2016 Barbara Lund

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This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced

or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission

of the publisher except for brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2016

ISBN: 1-944127-04-6

ISBN-13: 978-1-944127-04-6

www.barbaralund.com

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For heroes.

I changed the setting on my multi-tool to micro-blade, a ten-centimeter-long, molecule-wide sonic which cut through almost anything better than a Sol diamond-tipped knife, and glared at myself in the mirror.

I didn’t particularly like the person looking back at me.

Guilt forced my hand up, though the nearly-silent hum of the blade sent bumps rising under my skin.

I cut.

Just below the band, and long, dark curls fell to the floor.

Short hair is easier, in space. Long hair takes too much effort, too much water. Platform Eight mined ice as well as metals from the asteroids, but even on Eight, water was rare. My long hair had been my only remaining vanity; I worked in what still tended to be a man’s profession in a man’s world. If I was smarter, I would have worked at the Watering Whole, which catered to more than just a lust for alcohol. My… acquaintance… owned the place, and after a few beers let slip that her girls and boys made triple what I did. But no, I went into law enforcement, which on Eight meant policing the residents, rebuffing pirates, and answering to the station director.

Tears pricked my eyes.

Everyone else would believe I