My Father’s Legacy
A Short Story following upon “Legacy”
By Maryanne Peters

Do you remember me? Some time ago I told the strange story of what happened after my grandfather, a famous drag artiste, died and the heirlooms that he left behind. Things that changed my life forever. Those things and meeting my grandfather’s … well sort of his adopted son, I think – Rodney Gaspard.

Well better late than never I guess, 8 years since the last chapter was posted. While I don’t think my writing skills have improved any, I did get a recent request to continue this (the only one in 8 years). Why? Well I was told they enjoyed the story. Since I am stuck at home I figured why not. So warts and all, here it is. Please forgive the warts Oh and before I forget I created space for Erin

Stacey and Brita rolled into the parking lot of Campus Cycles a few minutes early and immediately felt like they were on another planet. There were three distinct groups gathered in the parking lot, A tight group of athletic riders in skintight lycra stood around with sleek high tech bicycles that looked more like something from the future. A second group of riders mostly on similar bikes but with less uniformity in clothing style and body shape formed a second group, and a third group appeared to be composed of more women in far more casual clothing and bikes more like hers.

Carla’s and Angela’s townhouse:
“I can’t believe you got hurt again.” Angela looks at Carla with anger in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean too, sweetie. The organization sent one of their nastiest bounty hunters after me.”

Angela looks at Carla and knew that the organization wasn’t ever going to give up on trying to kill Carla for what she has been doing to them. If Carla had never saved her or quit their ranks. They would leave her alone. It also didn’t help that Carla kept blowing their places up and killing their people.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.