by Marco Guarda
2013 by Marco Guarda
by Diana Cox
story is a work of fiction.
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Smashwords Edition, March 2013
Jimmy Cricket paid the autopilot robot, picked up his suitcase and hopped down the ladder the rocket had put out for him.
This time, it was a landing bay made of concrete, hard and flat, the rocket had perched itself upon; so when it took off again, Jimmy didn’t run as usual, fearing of being engulfed in the detritus blown all over by the exhaust nozzles, but strolled leisurely off the bay, to a series of lancet-shaped terraces.
He walked over to the end of that which jutted the most and peered down to realize he was standing on a buttress of rock more than three hundred feet tall.
From up above, Jimmy couldn’t see the ground below; it was hidden by an all-enshrouding, lazily drifting fog from where, here and there, only the gnarled and darkened crowns of what looked like luxuriant, tropical trees emerged.