This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
Claire drummed her notes into the tablet: “Sighted at 23:49 Jan 15, 2301.” Her eye stayed glued to the telescope as she watched a single white streak fly across her vision.
Fingers stilled. Breath paused. Claire whispered, “Jessie….”
Her heart thudded in her ears– the only sound in the inky darkness of the planetarium. Claire willed herself not to grip the telescope– not to jitter it– as she tracked the rocket across the night sky.
From a million miles away Jessie pressed a hand against the cold metal hull. “Hello, my Dove.” She whispered quietly.