Playing A Game Of Worm And Girl

The Dark Scent Of Rain — Part VI

K R Smith

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My attendance at the Shore Leave sci-fi convention and some personal business that required tending to has thrown my schedule off a bit, but the next episode of The Dark Scent of Rain is finally here! To make it up to you, it’s a slightly longer than usual (about 1200 words) and has a bit of a cliff-hanger at the end! It is a serial, after all...

That being said, when I first started writing this I was surprised at the interest. As I’ve mentioned previously, that has continued to wane to the point where I’ve barely had a view on the last couple of episodes. If this continues, I’ll have to assume this story (or this style of story, being a serial) isn’t right for the Medium audience. In that case, I‘ll likely pull the story from Medium and use it as a Kindle Vella offering or something similar. Again, any feedback would be appreciated!

If this is your first time here and haven’t read the previous parts of The Dark Scent of Rain, you can find them here:

Part I: Between a Worm and a Wet Place
Part II:
Trouble Comes in Threes
Part III:
Waiting for Artificial Stars to Align
Part IV:
In For A Penny, In For A Pounding
Part V:
Up A Creek

And so for now, continue on to…

The Dark Scent of Rain — Part VI: Playing a Game of Worm and Girl

Cailyn rose early. The morning air was unseasonably cool and humid. Grey bands of clouds hung low in the eastern sky. The air refused to move. This was not an ideal day for an extended outing to the more distant fields of the farm.

There was little choice, however. An autonomous tractor had either gotten stuck or had broken down while performing its weed removal and tilling duties. The tracking signal indicated it had not moved in two days. Tractors had limited solar recharging capabilities; extrication or repair were the best options. If she waited too long, she would need to replace the dead battery with a charged one. The thought of dragging one of those out to a distant field was not a pleasant one. The only alternative would be to enlist one of the other tractors to pull it back to the shelter. That risked getting the second tractor stuck or using up all its reserve power pulling a load through the soft soil. The situation would deteriorate rapidly with two tractors down. Only a reconnaissance could determine the problem. That would take time. Caitlyn wanted to be out of the…

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K R Smith

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