The moon is full and rising over the plain, saturating our town's quiet streets with its milky glow. I can feel its light against my skin. It casts shadows behind me.Against the hush of this lunar glare a red fireball arches across heaven. The gaseous atmosphere makes it burn, whirling and sparking and breaking apart on its way to earth. In the stillness I think I hear it crackle and pop. Then it's gone.
Continued at... Beware the Stones from Heaven
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1998. All rights reserved.
Out There
Out of the Past
Artwork: Gosse Bluff
