Tuesday, 15 May 2007

Space Traffic

"You're late!" she cried, running across the spaceport waiting-room floor.
"Traffic round Betelgeuse" I sighed, undoing my helmet.
Then she made a little pout and I felt the frustration of my drive simply dissolve. It was worth crossing the bloody galaxy during rush-hour – if just to see her pretty face.

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