By Jean Heidmann
The immensity of the cosmos, the richness of the Universe, the bounds of house and time: those are the subjects of Cosmic Odyssey, which takes the reader on imaginary trips in the course of the prior, current and way forward for our universe
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Exposed by rumpled bedsheets, his sweat-soaked skin glistened in the unearthly blood-glow. A weak, incomprehensible noise escaped his throat as his fingertip made contact with shiny, black leather. Eyes shut, he lovingly fondled the shoe, stroking the long, thin heel, with its sharp, well-worn point. He traced his fingers gently down the length of the leather sole, his breath quickening. Her toes. With agonising deliberation he fingered the thin ankle strap, pausing at its small, metal buckle to press his finger onto the sharp edge.
Makedde could have sworn she saw the photographer scoff down a cheesy focaccia and a beer when no one else was looking. By five o’clock she was relieved at the prospect of shooting the last outfit. It was a daringly high cut, bright yellow zipper front swimsuit that was an ode to a decade when “Christy” referred to Brinkley, not Turlington. As usual, things became rushed as the client pushed to end the shoot before twenty minutes past the hour. That was the magic minute when models had to be paid for the extra hour’s work.
Perhaps Catherine had to leave at the last minute? Puzzled and disappointed, Makedde embarked on a more thorough inspection of the flat. The fridge door, which would have been a natural choice, was littered with takeaway food menus, but no notes. The answering machine was flashing its red “messages” light. Makedde pressed the play button. The first two messages were dial tones, then, “Catherine, it’s Skye from Book. ” There were a few clicks and pauses, but the next message was her own voice, “Hey, Cat, I just got in.