Doubt Free at Last


My phone rang at about 7:00 this morning. “This is Lisa*. You have to do something about that stupid raven.”

“Doubt**. Why? What’s he done to piss you off so early?” I asked.

“It’s bad enough that he gets into Bunny’s food. I even took my pretty blue eye covers away from him and never complained. Today he has a new trick. He’s learned to open the freezer.”

“There isn’t really much in there anyway.”

“True, but he has the left side of your brain out and he’s pecking at it. Lefty’s going to be pissed when he thaws out.”

“Never mind Lefty. That’s my brain. I’m on my way.”

I pushed the gyro into the street and headed for the writing cabin, banked left at the Misty Mountains, and dropped down over the Plains of Trenzelor. I buzzed the runway to drive off the Beast of Bray Road and touched down. I used the elevator to get to the basement.

There was an old salmon net down here at one time. I rummaged through baskets of sapotes and star fruit, bagpipes and bellows. I found it tucked behind some spare parts from the Atlantic Robotics concept lab.

Lisa was yelling shoo as I tromped upstairs. “Where is he?” I asked.

“In the kitchen,” Lisa said. She had on one of her pinup outfits with tiny white polka dots on a field of blue. Her fingers were spread and waved her nails from side to side.

When I entered the kitchen, Doubt flew into the front office with a raucous Kaw.

The left side of my brain lay thawing on the counter. His ziplock Baggie torn and shredded. “Oh Lefty, I hope you’re going to be okay.” I turned to Lisa and said, “We really ought to get one of those seal a meal thingies.”

“I made a note; seal a meal thingie from Amazon. Just catch him and get him back to his perch.”

“Are you kidding, look at my brain. Get the shotgun.”

“You can’t shoot him. Lorelei*** will be pissed.”

We moved into the front office on cat’s feet. I started to ease the door shut to avoid chasing him from room to room. He saw through my plan and flew toward the closing door.

Lisa stepped in front of me and made a grab at him, but he banked and she came up with a few loose feathers. She snapped her attention to her nails and said, “Get the shotgun.”

Doubt circled the room squawking the entire time. I moved alongside his orbit and timed my swing. It was kind of like catching a giant butterfly. “Find a box or something to put him in.”

She went to the closet and brought back a white plastic bucket with a lid. She used her ruined nails to poke holes through the side.

I winced, thinking how strong she really is.

Doubt tore a chunk off the side of my hand, but I managed to shove him in the bucket. Lisa snapped the lid shut and ran for her desk.

I sat on top of the bucket and asked, “What are you going to do?”

She grabbed a Sharpie and a shipping label, and started writing. “I’m sending him away.”

“Good idea. Send him to Timbuktu.”

“I already wrote Florida.”

“Where in Florida?”

“Just Florida. Maybe the UPS people will keep him in the warehouse trying to figure it all out.” She looked up and smiled. “I’ll take him into town. Will you be alright without me for an hour or two?”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to some Doubt free editing.”

* Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. She’s a robot and works as my assistant these days.

**Doubt is a raven. He was a gift from my Muse, and was intended to help me somehow.

*** Lorelei is my Muse.

Important Footnote:

Doubt is going to appear over at S.K Nicholls’ blog mybrandofgenius. Please visit her blog and consider following her. She’s in the final stages of a new manuscript herself. Her book might be something you’re interested in



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12 responses to “Doubt Free at Last

  1. I don’t know long it will take to get from Idaho to Florida (especially UPS) but I’ll be on the lookout for him! My alpha reader is taking a look at my MS starting today, so no doubt, Doubt will show up soon!


  2. Interesting story! 🙂


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  4. Yes, Florida is clearly the answer!


  5. No! We don’t want him here in Florida. Brains are scare enough without someone else pecking them away! Hopefully Lefty will regenerate. Nice post! 😀


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