Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
The Earthenware Jar
It was the one item we were told never to touch. It stood there in its place of honor, an arched recess in the wall of the kitchen where we would sit and eat our breakfast during that long, hot summer. A brown, dirty-looking earthenware jar with a broken handle and glue marks showing around the mouth.
The Plumes of Enceladus
Deep within the cloudy mass of Saturn’s E ring is no place to discover your Ship Nav is failing. Our earlier approach had been nothing short of awe-inspiring. As we flew towards the swirling grey globe of the gas giant and its colossal rings, ‘we’ being the ship and me, I just sat in the pilot seat and stared and stared and stared. I knew I would never see anything quite like this again. Closer-up, it was a different story. What had been a vast bright bow of blue, stretching off into distant space either side of the ship, now become a dense cloud of microscopic ice particles, more gray than blue. It felt like we were trapped in a giant, ghostly snowstorm.
A distant dream of love and loss
Sedna made the final approach, unaware of her proximity to the icy, rocky comet. Her solitary mission: the first comet walk in history. Suspended animation was necessary for the three-year flight, to preserve water and oxygen and protect the astronaut from the effects of isolation until she could be reawakened.
Joker Jones and the Asteroid
It could hardly be called an asteroid. Barely 150 meters at the widest and weighing in at a few thousand tons. A mere pebble in the Asteroid Belt, it had only been discovered and registered two years before. But it was his asteroid, ‘ZZTP0DxQ’ which he had named Asteroid Charlene.