Laputa

We lay on our backs and watched as the islands drifted past.

Normally you were lucky to see one, but today there was a whole archipelago. Cutting through clouds, blocking out the sun.

“D’you think anyone lives on them?” Katie asked.

“My Grandad says he saw someone fall off one once.”

“Your Grandad says he used to be Sultan of Byzantium.”

I’d been to lots of places. I’d even been to the city, and that’s miles away, but I’d never been on a floating island.

“Come on,” I said, standing up.

“Where we going?”

“Time we learnt how to fly.”