Carla sat in the shade. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree above her. She had spent an hour in the old observatory gazing into her beloved space. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
She turned sharply, startled by the deep, gravelly voice. A white haired gentleman sat next to her calmly observing the park.
âNot a bad place to be when one is stressed.â
âYes, thatâs true.â
âDo you visit often?â
âSometimes. Not as much as I would like. You?â
âOh, I generally come about once a week. When Iâm running errands.â He leaned back on the bench turning his eyes on her. They were a pale blue, almost white and piercing. âDo you live in Oasis Springs?â
She looked away from that penetrating gaze. âNo. No, I live in Newcrest. Thatâs why I donât come out much.â
âDo you? Live here, I mean.â
âNo,â he said. âI live in Alkirakuroo.â
Carla turned swiftly. âOh.â She knew that name. She thought deeply. âThere was a lab there once, wasnât there? Some time ago? They were investigating artifacts they found. The ones believed to be placed by the indigenous many centuries ago.â
âThatâs right.â His eyes were steady on her. âThat lab is gone now though.â
âYes! There was some kind of accident, wasnât there? An explosion or something.â
He shifted his head to the side. âSomething like that.â
âWow. So, you live there? That must be interesting.â
âIt must be quite a distance from here. Out west?â
âItâs only about an hour and a half.â
âReally? I didnât know that. Itâs quite a way to come to run errands.â
âWell, Oasis Springs is the closest larger town. Alkirakuroo doesnât have everything we need.â
The man turned to look again at the observatory.
âDo you know much about that?â He pointed to it.
âIt was built in 1946.â
âReally?â She was surprised.
âIn my grandfatherâs backyard.â
âIt was relocated a couple of years ago, refurbished and now brings joy to many.â
âIt does.â Carla wondered at this odd man.
âYou have an interest in science?â
âEspecially the science of the skies?â
âThere is a new lab in Alkirakuroo now.â
âThere is?â Her interest immediately piqued.
He nodded. âA military lab. Although it is privately run.â
âOh.â Her heart was leaping.
âHave you had experience in a lab?â
âYes.â She lost her voice.
He passed her a business card. âWe are in need of lab technicians. Perhaps you would be interested? Send me an email and your resume.â He tapped the card. Dr Jones, it said. âI am Dr Jones and that is my email address.â
âI look forward to hearing from you, Carla.â He tipped his non-existent hat, turned on his heel and was gone.
It wasnât until she was in her car driving home, the conversation running over in her head, she realised, she never told him her name.