This Ficly is part of a short that I have not written yet called “On the Moon” and will be an interlude in my upcoming book.
Something within me has activated my Goodbye Protocol. Maybe it’s because I know that it’s over.
There’s a woman here on the Moon. She may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Cold solar wind blows so gently across me, I wonder if it’s even there. The distance is almost infinite between us. Her figure on the horizon is in stark contrast to the blackness beyond. She is so graceful and I am so old. I can barely move through the thick dead silt. Even the pillows of dust have more life in them than I have in me.
My vision flickers. They said there was nothing they could do to save the Earth. They evacuated as many as they could.
I fall on my back, incapable of motion.
They said the planet would shatter, and that the shock wave would kill everyone instantly. I stare up at humanity’s first haven. The woman draws closer and kneels by my head.
Mezzanine to the world. The woman smiles at me as I lay paralyzed and tilts her head up to stare at all that green and blue as it finally happens.
Originally on Ficly: http://ficly.com/stories/15897
-Adam
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