The Glorious Fall

Everyone cheered as the rescue 'copter landed.

The twin moons dipped below the horizon, plunging the forest world of Luxos into darkness over the resort I managed. We'd worked around the clock for five days since the shuttle went missing. I'd snatched a couple of hours' sleep before the call came.

On debrief the surviving tourists, here for the Glorious Fall, one of the Wonders of the Universe, were unshakable: only through Old Joe's compass had they found the cabin and emergency rations. Joe was embarrassed but contented.

While they slept, I shook my head. Luxos was totally without iron.