#wave-born

     He lifts his hand and raises a finger as though about to say something matter-of-fact. Whatever it is, it’s sure to be profound and philosophical.     ‘A butterfly has taste receptors on its feet.’     Okay, not quite, but it was a nice little fact. He was fond of butterflies, and everybody else he’d met seemed pretty happy with them - why would she be any different?     ‘Is all well?’

Once upon a time he would have given a round about answer, something about how anything could possibly exist in the cosmos and how unlikely it was that they were alone in the universe, though with no proof nobody could say whether or not they existed.     That was before there was a living, breathing extraterrestrial standing before him.     ‘I suppose “no” would be the incorrect answer.’ Yet a bit of another round about answer, though this one was a definite yes.