"Ian R. Macleod - Starship Day" - читать интересную книгу автора (Macleod Ian R)

Hannah was still half-asleep when I went in to say goodbye.
"Sorry about last night," she said.

"Why sorry?"

"You were obviously tired. Rajii does go on."

"What time did they leave?"

"I don't know." She yawned. "What time did you go to bed?"

I smiled as I watched her lying there still tangled in sleep. Now that I had to go, I wanted to climb back
in.

"Will you be in for lunch?"

"I'm -- meeting someone."

Bad, that. The wrong kind of pause. But Hannah just closed her eyes, rolling back into the sheets and
her own starship dreams. I left the room, pulled my cream jacket on over my shirt and shorts, and
closed the front door.




I wheeled my bicycle from the lean-to beside the lavender patch and took the rough road down into
town. For some reason, part of me was thinking, maybe we should get another dog; maybe that would
be a change, a distraction.

Another perfect morning. Fishing boats in the harbour. Nets drying along the quay. Already the sun was
high enough to set a deep sparkle on the water and lift the dew off the bougainvillaea draped over the
seafront houses. I propped my bike in the shadowed street outside the surgery and climbed the wooden
steps to the door. I fed the goldfish tank in reception. I dumped the mail in the tray in my office. I
opened a window, sat down at my desk and turned on the PC, hitting the keys to call up my morning's
appointments. Mrs Edwards scrolled up, 9:00. Sal Mohammed, 10:00. Then John for lunch. Mrs
Sweetney in the afternoon. On a whim, I typed in

About the starship.



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Starship Day - a short story by Ian R MacLeod

PLEASE WAIT

What do you think will happen?