His contraption rose from the barren earth like God’s greatest sunflower. A peculiar device of a single giant stem crowned with a great dish of reflective, polished metal, the sun catcher, as our saviour called it, was levered higher and higher into the sky. He stood back instructing us never once lifting a finger to help.
It took days to get the infernal device into the right position. We made adjustment after adjustment until at last all was done, our master applauding us as though claps might go out of fashion. When he stopped, our world turned black.
He took the applause, our mysterious stranger, as the clouds gathered and the rains came. He basked in unadulterated glory. And all the while, as the others partied, I wondered where all that reflected sunlight went?
To Be Continued…