The Alterers – told by Grant

“The storyteller makes the story the instrument of its characters. Over cumulative tellings, the teller’s link to these characters becomes intimate, sometimes so intimate that their very being is drawn over the threshold where tale and reality meet.”  (Grant 2001)

000388/LPB/The-Alterers

CHARACTERS AND TALES
(Illustrations of a Grant tale)

Ink, crayon, and gouache on layout paper.

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Coachy – told by Grant

“Tales of hard to reach dreams  are many. Tales of impossible dreams  are fewer. Dreams of having a tail , and wings, and flying through the air are common,  especially for one coach I once met who spent each night with her head in the clouds”

So begins the story of the little coach who always wanted to be an air bus.


“Look at the sky and tell me why I’m not up there. I’ve got all the thinking skills, the driving skills,  the determination, the fight, but every night, parked outside your hangar, I look up at the stars and they are still so far.”

The rocket, who knew the ups and downs of the space routine, grinned a little at the coach’s approach. “Do you want to fly more than anything on Earth?” asked the rocket.

“Yes rocket, more than anyone realises” replied the Coach.

The rocket drumed its fins, closed a few hatch doors and raised itself to its full launch height, saying, “I’ll see what I can do. I have a few friends in high places.”


For any four wheeled driverless passenger carrier like Coachy the coach, life’s usually sewn up from the factory gates onwards, but by luck, Coachy got her first posting to the hospitality wing of the Xtra-Green Space Mission [X-GSM] where she would meet, greet and transport visiting aliens from as far a field as WASP-33b. But, as a vehicle produced to master self control, she had her eyes on the great Space race.

During her charge time that night, she imagined flying over the city’s Giant Togu Towers during harvest time and sipping on cloud water.

 

 

 

One day, out there,
Above the sky so blue,
Space is waiting, waiting, for a Spacebus, like you.