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Stella NovaDreamSpace TwoThe Flying Pan - PreviewBy Matthew Pavletich |
Peggy did not remember clearly the incident with the frying pan. Nevertheless, she found herself drawn to that store again several days later. She wandered all around the shelves, something nagging at her about them. Peggy scrutinised the stock carefully, somewhat irritated that she did not seem to know what she was looking for.
And then her hand touched the slightly dented handle of an old frying pan. She knew then why she was here. But that fact puzzled her more, as she did not remember even picking it up before...
Cold. So very cold to the touch. The bitter coldness of rarefied air, miles high. A roaring of wind and vibration and above it all, a voice trying to be heard. Not surprise this time, but joy and recognition. And pleading...
Peggy regained her senses with a shudder. Her heart pounded in her breast, hands gripping the frying pan with white-knuckled desperation.
She turned the pan over and inhaled sharply: The black scorch marks on the bottom had arranged themselves into a ragged spelling of "PEGGY".
Instead of dropping the pan as before she held it tight; very afraid, but even more so to let it go. The voice was one Peggy had not heard in years, even in her dreams.
She paid for the pan and took it home.