It was a ghost ship centuries old. Most hatches for the escape pods were open to vacuum. The ship made it to Earth completely empty.
We started side by side, fast but not furious, both dangerous and suicidal. Living fast meant living short.
One more move and we were breakfast to the cub.
When she was with her father, everyone else disappeared from her eyes.
The guardians stared at me, waiting for my answer.
Finally we got out of the wormhole.
There is in Lisbon a large square called Duque de Saldanha, in honor of some duke we had. There’s a statue of the duke with an angel by his feet.
I don’t give a damn about the duke. I don’t even remember who he was or what he did. I just stare at the angel. This woman with wings. Oh, joy!