The Search For Planet Nine
Bruce McRae
It’s out there, somewhere,
freewheeling and coy, tugging on the beard of gravity, on the path of least resistance. You can’t see it, but listen – the sound of a bottle rolling across a table. The tattle of mice scurrying. Sounds of light rain making its way in the dark. Planet X, feeling the cold. Feeling its age. The sun’s secret servant, wise men sieving night from day, weighing circumstance like bettors chasing fortune. They realize, once a thing is hidden it has to be found. It has to be hard to find. It’s next to impossible. |