A Mountain for Lunch

The path up Nanshijiao Mountain twists back and forth the entire journey, tempering each successful climb with a sharp, narrow corner. An older man, perhaps in his sixties, with skin like leather in folds along the back of his neck, cycled up beside me. His calves tensed as he pushed down on the peddles, and he grinned jovially on the overtake.

I growled and got back on my bike.

The Mystery of the Travelling Stars

We passed the time by pointing out the brightest stars, the formations we could just about recognise. Eventually, with the breeze against my face, I drifted towards sleep.

Which was when I heard a shout – my flatmate, breathless and excited. “Hey, look, that star is moving!”