The rich vista of gas clouds and newly formed stars had passed him by virtually unnoticed as the shuttle docked at Nebula 7 station. He’d seen it all before, so many times, planets, supernovae, nebulas, star clusters, all the spectacular sights the galaxy had to
Allatross spoke to the silence, some nights.
Contented, they both looked up at the night sky. ‘I can see a horse,’ she said. ‘Yes, and a man sitting atop it,’ he said, eager to play along. ‘And another man.’ ‘Not on a horse. Standing.’ ‘Carrying a club or an axe or something.’
She was born in Drogheda in late ’49, a few years after the second war. Her da’ was a mechanic, but in a previous life had been ground crew for the raff and while she handed him his tools, he used to tell her stories
Do you ever wish that everyday life was full of mystic mountains and Disney princesses? Fran did. In her younger years, she’d thought that this was a symptom of being a headset monkey, something that she was bound to grow out of. But even years
“Welcome to Mystic Mountain!” calls the man in the top hat and tails, hanging upside down over the entrance, across the heads of the crowd. A cheer goes up and the people surge across the sawdust, tickets in hand, all intoxicated on alcohol, sugar or