Of Breaking Waves

A note lay on the breakfast room table, weighted by a tea mug.  I managed to reach it, catching myself on the table top so that I didn’t collapse onto the floor.

“Eclipse,” it began.  “We’re sure you died killing the Star Demons. You were Athena’s Spear and Shield, just like the Wizard of Mars promised.  You gave your life to save the world, when no one else could stop the Invincible Star Demons.  Together we found how to beat the Tibet Doom.  Maybe I should say you found it, many attacks at the same time, and we got it to work for us. We saved Tibet.  We agreed to fly back.   I said we had to leave this note for you to read, just in case we were wrong about your being dead.  If you’re alive, I know the flight back is a real killer for you.  I don’t know how to fix that.  You could stay here.  The house should run on automatic for a while. We’re gone.  The house is yours, if you want it.  We all mourned for you.  Sadly, Comet.”

About George Phillies

science fiction author -- researcher in polymer dynamics -- collector of board wargames -- President, National Fantasy Fan Federation
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