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    Ghost Hunting in the Galley
    Ghost Hunting in the Galley
    Ghost Hunting in the Galley
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    Ghost Hunting in the Galley

    By Linda Jordan

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    Howard, a Gassian crew member aboard a space-cruise ship, is up against a crucial deadline for putting together a Halloween entertainment. His hypercritical Mother and both Fathers are passengers on this leg of the trip. His confidence is crumbling. To make matters worse, there are terrorists aboard wreaking havoc. What else could possibly go wrong?
    An ‘Aboard the Universe’ story

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMetamorphosis Press
    Release dateMay 13, 2015
    ISBN9781310994517
    Ghost Hunting in the Galley
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    Linda Jordan

    Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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      Ghost Hunting in the Galley - Linda Jordan

      Ghost Hunting in the Galley

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      Linda Jordan

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      Ghost Hunting in the Galley

      Howard stood in his cabin, looking at a layout of the Universe on the large wall screen. The room was beeping an obnoxious warning at him again. He pushed the button, muting the message. He knew what it was about and it was unimportant.

      He stepped over the pile of tourist gee-gaws he’d gotten on Masia 36 to move closer to the screen. His third leg grazed a pile of books containing ghost stories he’d borrowed from the Captains’ library, knocking them over.

      He really would find some floor space.

      Soon.

      A smell of rotting leaves came from one of the piles. He’d forgotten to eat that dinner two days ago in a panic over his new duties. The room would send cleaning bots out soon. He dug through the pile until he found the offending take away package he’d gotten from the commissary.

      He tiptoed across the room to the disposal chute and tossed it in.

      It really was foul smelling.

      Howard forced himself to concentrate.

      He’d been given a crucial assignment and there was no time to lose.

      He was finally in charge of a passenger entertainment. An impromptu one.

      Tomorrow night.

      To celebrate a holiday known only on Earth.

      Halloween.

      The Cruise Director had suggested ghost hunting. Not real ghosts. They didn’t exist, of course. But imaginary ghosts. Apparently, the hunting was the important part. And he’d make sure to include special ghostlike effects at the end of the hunt.

      This would be fun.

      If only his parents weren’t on board. At sixty four he was old enough to shake off their influence, but Gassians never really left home, did they?

      He scratched the thick blue fur on his arms and sniffed. He should shower. When he didn’t his scent, which humans always likened to gardenias, became too overpowering for them. Like some of the older humans whose noses didn’t work well and they wore too much perfume.

      He looked around the room. A small footpath wound around through piles of books and things Howard collected from every planet, moon or asteroid where he’d had shore leave. Rocks, ceremonial objects, bags. He really liked bags.

      Gassians had so much hair and wore no clothes because that would be silly. But bags were really very useful for carrying things in. Especially since he collected so many things.

      He paced back and forth along the footpath, his long tail tangling in the piles. Where should he stage the ghost hunt? The ballrooms were too formal. The pool areas were too wet and the ectoplasm he wanted to create would disappear.

      He had half a day to come up with a place. Prep needed to begin this evening, while the ball

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