by Mickey Hunt
"Welcome to the edge of
the universe," I said cheerfully. "The very edge."
The clutch of tourists
easing into my parent's store seemed overawed.
At night, part of our sky is lit with nebulae, pulsars, galaxy clusters,
and all sorts of stuff, but the rest of the sky is black, pitch black. As far as anyone knows, no electromagnetic
phenomena, gravity, or nothing ever emanates from out there...
