Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor
The gravity of their thoughts
Weighs on me
On my identity
My intestines
Are fastened up
They’ve caused more anguish than help
You more help than anguish
And yet words
Like black lumpy sludge spills out from cupid’s bow
~s In the centre of my face at you, at them
Does something better wait on the other side?
You are so gracious and give moments
Of contemplation and time
You don't rush but you do stress
Tam all of it at once

Fair

 

 

Space Geographer Returns: Part 10

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

f you asked me what time it was, I could not say. If you asked me what day
it was, I couldn't even tell you that. All around me, the red sands of Planet
Xexon swirl and slide in every direction. And in every direction, all I can see
is sand, rock, and sky. So, I plant my focus on my body, which has begun
to develop these small green bumps; the skin surrounding the bumps is
also bruise-green. It seems as though the more my body itches, the more it
changes colour.

Tam fueled by anxiety and hope. Nothing but rescue matters now; the
thought reducing me to guilt and betrayal. I’ve come so far to find my sister,
and I haven't even started looking for her.

“Malory, I—I’'m so sorry,’ the words are rough and dry, as if I havea
mouthful of sand—there’s just so much sand; it’s in my clothes, under my

 

nails, and deep in my hair. I’m quite sure I’ve cultivated a look that major
motion picture artists would pay big dollars to achieve.

Something I hadn't noticed right away, there’s a beat up looking
galvanized steel cup full of water by my thigh. I wrap my hands around the
metal and guzzle down the cool liquid, careful not to spill a drop. The thought
occurs to me that it must’ve been the creature, the alien, who left me the
water. I guess this means it’s safe to assume these creatures are friendly. This
fact hits me awake like a jolt of good coffee. I've made contact with a friendly
extraterrestrial species!

It takes me by surprise when the rock I’m leaning against begins to
vibrate. I thought I was hallucinating when I thought it was breathing before.
It’s impossible for a mountain to breathe! Unless... what if this r lly isn’t
rock at all?

  

Continuation of this exciting adventure next week

Illustration by Morgan Hannah