THE PLANET THAT LOVED PEOPLE (standard:science fiction, 1803 words) [11/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Raven	Added: Mar 13 2016	Views/Reads: 1602/1108	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
PART 3 - CH 11

ELEVEN 

They had chosen the far corner of the curved bay to build their beach
house. There was a large, spacious, grassy area there, just beyond the 
palm trees. They would have fantastic views of the bay, the small 
island and further round the coast where it was rocky, with white waves 
breaking. 

Kane and Blaze had worked all morning, cutting wood in the nearby
forest, transporting it back to the Ship in the Pod then trimming it in 
the workroom before transporting it back to their site. 

Sarah had found some thin sheets in the stores and she had stayed on the
Falcon, making some curtains for the beach house windows. 

Not that they would be needed much. The climate remained pleasantly warm
with a soft sea breeze and the only rain seemed to fall during the 
night, gently watering the planet. 

Kane wiped some sweat from his face and looked at their work. A pile of
cut timber lay stacked on the grass and the next step would be digging 
foundation holes for the house's framework. It would be hard work but 
he and Blaze were enjoying it, the two of them working well together. 

He glanced over at him where he was stroking Zara. He was stripped to
his shorts and he was beginning to take a light tan and his slim frame 
was beginning to toughen up. 

He looked at his own chest and arms – he was taking a tan himself and he
could feel his already firm muscles becoming stronger. 

He looked down the bay to the beach hut and saw Sarah waving to him. He
waved back. 

“Lunch has arrived!” he called to Blaze, who was still stroking Zara. 

“Great!” he said. “I could eat a hor--, I mean I'm starving!” he quickly
corrected. 

Kane grinned and pulled on his t-shirt and they headed back to the hut,
Blaze bare-chested and keeping Zara at a walking pace. 

“We can have another swimming lesson later if you've still got the
energy,” Kane said to him. 

“Sure,” Blaze replied, grinning down at him. 

“Then the three of us can go out after dinner and harvest some wheat.” 

They reached the hut and Blaze dismounted, leaving Zara cropping on some
grass amongst the palm trees. 

Sarah had prepared some fruit and some of the chicken and roast beef and
they sat on a blanket and ate, Kane telling her how the work was 
progressing and she seemed happy about how their house was taking 
shape. 

“I'll have a rest in the hut after lunch,” Kane told Blaze, “then we'll
get back to work.” 

“Okay old man!” Blaze said, grinning. “I'll take Zara for a ride along
the beach.” 

“What about you?” Kane asked Sarah. 

She smiled. “Oh I'll just have a rest beside the old man before I get
back to finishing those curtains.” 

Kane grinned. They finished eating and Kane drank the last of his orange
juice. 

“Any more?” he asked. “It's thirsty work out there.” 

“Sure,” she replied. “There's more in the hut.” 



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