Galactic Explorer (Fiction Postcard)

by Amber T.

I sit eating the moon; mozzarella, not swiss. The rings of Saturn glow vibrantly to my right; circular iron rods left too long in flames. I look forward, squinting to see the milky way, gleaming, glittering, like shards from a broken mirror. I inhale a lungful of galactic air; “where to next: Venus or Mars?”

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