Faery Lights

Faery Lights

Synopsis:

Two men at a lonely outpost on an icy moon of Saturn encounter disaster and then hope in the form of an unexpected guest at Christmas time. 

 

Book Excerpt:

L onely places can make a man pure loco, 

if he’s there long enough. That’s how I 

knew for sure McDonnell had finally snapped. 

He showed up at my bunk at oh-dark-thirty 

and tapped me on the head to make his big 

announcement. Said he was going out to hang 

Christmas lights. 

Only he said “faery lights,” ‘cause that’s 

what they say over where he’s from in 

Scotland. He had a whole mess of them 

hung in a big loop over one shoulder, and he 

must’ve mistaken disbelief for admiration 

when he saw me looking at them. 

“I made them meself,” he said, and you’d 

have thought he was a pullet who’d just laid a 

prize egg by the way he said it. He jingled the 

wire for me to see. He’d gotten bulbs from 

God knows where and attached them every 

half meter or so to a long coil of insulated 

wire he’d scrounged up. I gritted my teeth. 

“Great, McDonnell,” I said. “I hope you 

didn’t rip that wiring or those bulbs out of 

something we need. Don’t want to find myself 

without oxy in a week ‘cause the warning bulb 

is twinkling outside.” 

A hurt look came into the hulking man’s 

soft brown eyes. “Thought you knew me 

better than that, boyo,” he said. “The bulbs 

are spares. So is the wiring. We’ve got plenty 

and you know it. Besides, it’s just for Christmas 

and Hogmanay and then I’ll take it down.” 

Suddenly, I tasted something like sour 

tequila in my mouth, and I spat it out. 

“Christmas is coming? How can you tell? By 

all the snow and ice outside? Or was it the 

carolers who just came by?” 

McDonnell shook his head slowly. “You’re 

a good man in most every way, Clay,” he said. 

“But you sure can be an arse when it comes to 

the holidays.” He turned and trudged to the 

door of the bunkroom. “If you need me, I’ll 

be outside,” he said as he walked out. 

I just stared at his retreating bulk. “Well 

have fun, and don’t freeze anything important 

off,” I said. With a grunt of annoyance, I turned 

over in the bunk and completely failed to go 

back to sleep.

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Topics/Categories:

Aliens, Christmas, Disaster, Hope, Rescue, Space Outpost

Genre:

Fantasy - Science Fiction, Science Fiction

Type of Work:

Short Stories

Original Published Source:

RayGun Revival

Purchase From:

RayGun Revival


Original Publish Date:

2006-12-15

Formats:

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