The comet

‘She was a proper comet.

Her hair gathered together and flung itself out ahead of her

like flame on a blowtorch. Behind it,

her body was a small, curled-up, icy ball.

But because she was clutching the golden apple,

she knew she was carrying with her al the seeds of life

- all excitement, joy, growth and adventure -

She could go anywhere in the universe with this

and still be alive.’

The Game.