Here’s a piece of something I’ve been working on. Working title of “Mountain Story.”
Reports of the new mountain began to arrive late in the week, and were immediately discounted as fabrication or illusion, of the sort that often explodes into public consciousness and dominates conversation until another replaces it. Last year, there was the story of a hidden community of log-dwellers in the municipal parklands, and others, many others.
Early the next week, a man came into the Ministry of Parks and Justice building, a man with mud-caked clothing and a gashed forehead, a man who claimed proof. Park stewards brought him to the director’s office, and the rest of the staff assembled.
No resident of The Expanse has seen a mountain (several hills yes, and two shallow gorges). The existence of mountains has been speculated, but not confirmed, in a land somewhere below the southern horizon. No modern expedition has yet ventured far enough, though records exist, accounts from the great explorer-captains of many years past, from an age of enquiry.
Laconic Writer 