The Brain, is wider than the Sky
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will contain
With ease, and You, beside
"Watch." The man rested an arm across the young boy's shoulders as they sat looking out over the lake. Although a gesture was unnecessary, he lifted his free hand, concentrated, and then gave his wrist a peculiar little twist, watching in pleasure as one of the clouds before him shifted, tendrils of vapour appearing to do his will. The boy's mouth dropped open and he watched in wonder as the cloud roiled and twisted into the recognisable shape of a hot air balloon.
"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen," stated the boy with the certainty of his eleven years experience.
"And now it's your turn."
"You." The old man lifted the boy's chin with one bony finger. "You'll be amazed at what you can achieve if you just apply your brain. It is a tool almost beyond your imagination, and yet imagination is the only limitation you have.
"Concentrate. Centre yourself as I have taught you and reach out to the other cloud. You need no gesture or motion; that is the province of old fools like me. Let your mind do the work, imagine what you want, and make it come true."
Master watched student, the boy screwing his face up in an approximation of calm. He felt the boy reach out toward the distant hills, and watched with a smile as the cloud adjacent to his now dissipating balloon began to shape itself into something loosely resembling a squid crossed with blob of whipped cream.
"Oh. It's not very good is it?"
"My first one looked like a baboon's backside lad, it's pretty good."
Beaming, the boy leapt to his feet, his skin cast with an orange hue in the calm sunset. "I did it, I did it!"
"Aye, you did, now sit down there's a good lad, you're making me feel old."
"But you are old."
"I'm ancient boy, older than the hills," he said chuckling. "I'm proud of you, you really did do well. Not many can master the cloud exercise at eleven, you show promise. All we have to do now is teach you patience."
"Yes master," the boy said and sat down, his eyes travelling back out over the vista before them. A crescent moon appeared from behind the wispy remnants of the boy's 'whipped squid' and he sighed, a look of longing painting his features.
A small smile twisted the mouth of the old man and he sat silently, waiting for the inevitable question.
"Do you think maybe I could go to the moon one day?"
"I don't see why not. Others are still there."
"Others?" The boy frowned, catching the wistful tone of the man sitting next to him.
"Other types of humans: once there were many more than there are now, but over time we have dwindled as people have left to explore the cosmos. Sometimes entire races up and leave to form new colonies. Sadly too, some races were pushed into oblivion.
"The ones who left the Earth thought they had left us behind, but they merely flew in a different direction. Why fly out there when you can fly further, faster and in a myriad of worlds in here?" The old man tapped a finger against his temple and sighed, looking to the shoreline below. A small fishing boat had meandered away from the shore, the soft slapping sound of moon driven waves on the boat carrying through the still night air to where they sat.
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This is a collection of short stories written by Wattpadders who love their Science Fiction as much as we do. It aims to celebrate the diversity of the genre both in sub-genre, length and style, so whether you like Steampunk or Hard SciFi, Space Ope...