United by the moon, he a stargazer, she a student of astrophysics, they fell in love peering through a telescope in a dimmed observatory, with him remarking how the cold red orb looked like clotted blood, her explaining how the sun’s rays reached around the earth to give the moon its color. Five years later, he watched her leave aboard a space shuttle, the first Indian woman to fly to the moon. Debris from the explosion arced across the sky like fireworks. He looked up and screamed. Why??? What the moon had given, it had taken back in cold blood.
Nicky Johnson
7/2/2019 01:33:21 am
This is well crafted. I enjoyed, thanks.
Archana Nagarajan
7/2/2019 12:27:11 pm
Thank you so much. Comments are closed.
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