Amalthea
I was bored. Seriously bored. I was supposed to be out in the yard fixing a truck, but the rain, the first in months, had been so heavy I'd come inside and sat down. Surprisingly, it had also turned quite cold. It wasn't as if I could just ring a mate, I grumbled to myself for the hundredth time that day, a grumble I'd had every day for the last six years, ever since the whole family had uprooted themselves from our ancestral sheep farm, just outside of Kendal in Englands Lake district, to...