Terra Nova

by Shane Arbuthnott

  “Why didn’t you fly away?” she asked it softly. “Did you really speak to me?”

  It held no answers though. It had no voice, no eyes and face, only a tentative shape that seemed to grow fainter even as she watched.

  As if in answer to her question, the engine groaned above her. The sound was low and mournful, and it continued until Molly had secured her catch and went above to soothe the engine’s spirit.

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