There was a considerable swell rocking the boat – a parting gift from hurricane Eve. The experts had named it so, because according to their readouts Eve was a category five and had looked like being the mother of all storms. Thankfully though, Eve had not lived up to their pessimism and had passed over with wind speeds peaking at two hundred and thirty eight kilometres per hour which was more in keeping with a category four. That unfortunately was still more than enough to bury the area that we had been surveying for the last five weeks in a heavy layer of silt…
Tag: Short Story
The Space Janitor
Moving through the corridors the janitor went, cleaning up the odd spill here and gathering up a stray piece of garbage there. It was a lonely existence since his two fellow workers Now and Then had been sent to work over in Elsewhere but it gave him a sense of purpose in his old age. He did his job well – always had done in fact. Few aberrations or blooms got past him for very long…