Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 105: what you’re looking at

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; AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION and began to pick the lumi- nous stones from the bed of the luminous stream, gradu- ally building a little dam, which he caulked with shining clods from the unearthly glit- ter of the fields, until the ‘ flow of water switched to the other side of the shoulder of rock. The false glitter of everything made it difficult for David to realise how deadly serious was his experiment. He watched the water in its new course, pouring down ~and drenching the short mountain grass with light. “Too much Technicolor for me,” he muttered to himself. The voice of the Being interrupted his thoughts. “You’d better go forward again to when you came from.”’ David was again danc- ing in and out of the faint whirring noise. It stopped suddenly again, and he was face to face with the Being, the Denizon, the Operator. “I'd better switch you off for you to see what you have done,” he said, and David was immediately back in the normality of his surroundings, except—and he could hardly believe his eyes—except that the valley below him was flooded by his own diverted stream—the little stream that David had diverted ten days ago in the last few minutes. He stood for a moment, murmuring to himself: “Ten days ago in the last few min- utes.”” And slowly exultation filled him. No more was there room for fear or sorrow. The Minister was delighted to see David’s confident bear- ing when he met him that mid-day. Mrs. Evans told Mrs. Jones that he looked a new man and there was mis- chief brewing somewhere, no doubt. And Mrs. Jones said that the Holy Spirit must have touched him, glory be! To David, now, Plynlimon was a trysting place. Next morning he reached there early. He waited half a mile away for three quarters of an hour, so that he could time his arrival to the moment he had reached the scene pre- viously. It was vitally im- portant that nothing should disorganise the business. And, indeed, when he reached the spot, there was a sudden click, a second of searing agony, and again he stood before the Being. David waxed and waned for a few moments while the Being fiddled with the controls above David’s pid At Jast he seemed satis- fied. 104 comliclsooks. com