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    The Molenstraat Music Festival
    The Molenstraat Music Festival
    The Molenstraat Music Festival
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    The Molenstraat Music Festival

    By Sean Monaghan

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    Sparsely populated Kaylee lies a long way from most human-occupied planets. Retired musician Clancy Jonah likes the peace and quiet in his corner of the world.
    So when brilliantly-gifted cellist Eleanor Birchall arrives with a dubious proposal Clancy fights to keep his good nature from getting the better of him.
    After all, he's a busy man.
    But he might be willing to compromise. Maybe.

    A finalist for both the Aurealis and Sir Julius Vogel Awards, 'The Molenstraat Music Festival' is another heartfelt novella, originally published in Asimov's Science Fiction, from prize-winning writer Sean Monaghan, author of 'Crimson Birds of Small Miracles'.
    Cover illustration by Alenavlad (figure) and Maciek905 (starfield) | Dreamstime.com

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTriple V Publishing
    Release dateFeb 21, 2017
    ISBN9781370677382
    The Molenstraat Music Festival
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    Sean Monaghan

    Award-winning author, Sean Monaghan has published more than one hundred stories in the U.S., the U.K., Australia, and in New Zealand, where he makes his home. A regular contributor to Asimov’s, his story “Crimson Birds of Small Miracles”, set in the art world of Shilinka Switalla, won both the Sir Julius Vogel Award, and the Asimov’s Readers Poll Award, for best short story. He is a past winner of the Jim Baen Memorial Award, and the Amazing Stories Award. Sean writes from a nook in a corner of his 110 year old home, usually listening to eighties music. Award-winning author, Sean Monaghan has published more than one hundred stories in the U.S., the U.K., Australia, and in New Zealand, where he makes his home. A regular contributor to Asimov’s, his story “Crimson Birds of Small Miracles”, set in the art world of Shilinka Switalla, won both the Sir Julius Vogel Award, and the Asimov’s Readers Poll Award, for best short story. He is a past winner of the Jim Baen Memorial Award, and the Amazing Stories Award. Sean writes from a nook in a corner of his 110 year old home, usually listening to eighties music.

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      The Molenstraat Music Festival - Sean Monaghan

      The Molenstraat Music Festival

      Copyright 2015 by Sean Monaghan

      All rights reserved

      Cover Art:

      © Alenavlad | Dreamstime.com (figure)

      © Maciek905 | Dreamstime.com(starfield)

      Published by Triple V Publishing

      Author web page

      www.seanmonaghan.com

      The Molenstraat Music Festival was originally published in Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, September 2015

      This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved.

      This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

      This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      About the Author

      Other Books by Sean Monaghan

      Links

      One

      As he trimmed at the dying vine, Clancy saw an echo transport heading along the access road. Not many people came out this way, and certainly not riding an echo. Those that did show up at his corner of the lake usually rode animals, horses or dromedaries, or came in wagons towed by lumbering ground sloths. Doctor Symond rode a motorcycle.

      Clancy kept trimming. The grape had caught some kind of fungus–Chappel’s perhaps, or just vine rot–but he figured he could save it. With some of the trimmings he might try propagating new vines.

      Out on the lake some swans began hooting. There had been a cat around lately, stealing chicks and eggs. It was going to get itself killed soon, if one of the adults found it.

      Clancy’s fingers ached. Arthritis, he knew. It was getting harder to straighten them out, harder to bend them. Symond had given him some pills to take, but Clancy had forgotten this morning. He wasn’t in the routine of having to remember to take a pill every morning. It wouldn’t be far off, though. At his age–eighty-seven–a regimen of daily medications impacted plenty of people. Those that didn’t have implants.

      Clancy saw the echo transport would be arriving as his open gate in a couple of minutes. He folded the secateurs and took the clippings to his shaded patio, putting them into a vase of treated water. Hopefully they would suck up the antifungal and take healthily when he planted them out.

      With a glance at the approaching visitors, Clancy went inside, found the pill and washed it down with a gulp of water.

      Symond was an old-school doctor, liked the less-invasive methods. Still, he had suggested Clancy might like to consider implants. Like a little webwork filigree through your joints and tendons. It massages and dissolves build-up. It grows from a micro-stud. He’d touched the back of Clancy’s hand to show where he would inject it.

      The echo transport slowed as it passed through the gate opening. The flickerings of vapor swirled around it, making it look as though it were a kind of hazy ball. Momentary bolts lanced out in wide arcs, meeting the ground and shuddering staccato-like as they faded away.

      As the transport slowed, the substance of the ball diminished further and he could clearly see the occupants. Two women. One older, though perhaps less than half his age, the other much younger, barely more than a girl. The girl stared at him with blank, unwavering eyes. Disconcerting, he thought.

      The transport platform settled to the ground and the vapors of the engine faded away completely. It was an older vehicle. A four seater, with an open roof. He could see where the panels were scuffed, a couple out of alignment.

      Hello? the older woman called. Clancy Jonah?

      They’d parked directly in front of the patio. The girl didn’t move.

      I’m Clancy, he said.

      I’m Tamsin Birchall. She stepped down from the vehicle. She was tall, thin-legged and wasp-waisted. She’d had work done, but then everybody did these days, didn’t they? She was wearing a blue single-piece dress that seemed to wrap around her legs almost like slacks as she walked. Her hips swayed, but her shoulders stayed steady. She could be a dancer.

      I can help you? he said. He pointed back the way they’d come. Stay on that road for another six or seven miles you’ll come to a nice, isolated beach. The water’s a long way down now, with the dry, but it’s still pleasant enough. The trees grow down to the sand’s edge, and there are some grassy picnic spots. Another ten miles on, up Freyberg Road, there’s a rooming house.

      It’s not directions I’m looking for.

      Well, I don’t know that I’m much use for anything else.

      Tamsin nodded. This is a nice garden, she said. Lush.

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