Pushing out words into the ether
It was all strange. We’d been on Avis, technically Avis IV, for a hundred and twenty years, give or take. We’d endured dreadful winters, down to arctic temperatures; and baking summers, as if in desert heat. We’d found out that during Avis’ long solar year large creatures hibernated in the summer, when it was too…
I still miss her. Her wit and intelligence was never in question, but I found that people asked about her emotional attachment to me. I never had any doubts. We were developing the Drive together. We’d come from quite different backgrounds, she was constantly surrounded at parties by a lot of Hooray Henries and me…
To see people is this journey, and adventure. It starts with the preparation. What must I think about? My handbag and my equipment. Clothes, clothes, what shall I wear, ah the dark blue, ever reliable. Not black, no Sir, not black because that’s the default of that group, of those people or those people or…