“The Red Moons Of NeOrion” (1968)
a Norman L. Brisbane short story
He felt so light as he finally stepped onto the dome, it was like flying but on the ground.
The Observatorium was so high up that Krepp felt as if he’d travelled to another planet altogether. All around him was sky: quiet, peaceful sky.
It was like FLYING.
What a feeling. There was something unique, religious about this place. Krepp understood The Sky Council’s solitude and, for a moment, he hesitated. Would the moons approve of his rebellious actions? Would he be punished for his disobedience? No. He was meant to make it to the Observatorium. His presence was no accident. If he had made the moons angry, surely they would have reacted by now. Taking a breath, he entered the dome.
Luckily it wasn’t locked but then again, why would it be?
Why would there be a lock?
Why would it be closed?
Why would it be open?
Krepp felt light-headed. He wasn’t thinking straight. It was as if he had changed, somehow.
The Observatorium walls were humid and soft. It was like entering a long-forgotten underground cave with a smell like no other and a taste salty enough to give the tongue something to think about. Krepp had never felt anything like it. There was little to no light source to speak of as he walked down that long, seemingly endless, corridor and not a sound. There was no such peace anywhere else on NeOrion, Krepp was sure of it. Could it be that he had finally found his home? His nest?
No sooner had that thought entered his head that he heard a wet, ambiguous sound coming from the entrance he’d just penetrated. He promptly turned around to find that the entrance in question had been replaced by more wall: he was locked in.
“No matter. The moons have their way.”, he thought.
Krepp finally reached the end of the corridor and, to his surprise, he found no door, no branching path, nothing. Only that smell, getting stronger and stronger. Not so strong that it could be called overpowering but certainly impressive. It had a near hypnotic quality which both attracted and repulsed Krepp. Just then, a hole opened up in front of him: the wall was literally pulsating open before his eyes.
What a sight.
Over the hole was a delicate, transparent film.
Salivus. He’d recognize it anywhere.
What was lying beyond this sticky portal? What did it all mean?
Without hesitation, he stepped through.
Look out for Chapter VI where Krepp’s adventure finally concludes on Wednesday 29/08/12
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