Lights blare through the dome ceiling that encapsulates our city to protect us from the harsh environment of RECO 17. I like pretending that they are stars or moons, blazing across the sky of a planet that spins at twice the speed of our home world, Earth.
The moon wasn’t out that night. It had been the Earth’s companion for so long that it couldn’t bear to watch us suffer, so it turned its face away. We may never see our friend again.
The living room was lit only by the faint glow of a TV. He was sound asleep on the couch, where his exhaustion had triumphed over his will to get in bed, as it did every night. It wasn’t until the TV went to silent static that he awoke.
At first they were just showers—normal storms. They were wonderful for playing in the rain or taking a peaceful afternoon nap. But then, they didn’t stop.
He watched as she made a gesture in the air that caused a metal blind to retract from a window, revealing the Earth. She made a different gesture several times, zooming in on him in his suit. He looked at the Moon and waved.