Prompt: Write a scene inspired by something a character cannot see
I'm on a mountain observing this week, so I have been mainly editing instead of writing. Have a short snapshot written at nearly midnight.
Favourite writing from this week:
She stood in the dome, forearms rested on the ledge. The glow from the setting star was fading from the sky, the colours a gentle gradient. The wind was picking up, she shivered, but it was keeping the clouds away. She turned from the sky to admire the instrument behind her. The large mirror of the telescope was nearly fifty metres across,
It was hers now. Not exclusively, but she was in charge of what it was used for, and who used it. It also meant she could come up here whenever the mood struck. And it struck often.
How could it not when surrounded by the stars? She may not be able to see the distant galaxies without the aid of the telescope, but even knowing it was there ignited a spark of inspiration.
Maybe it wasn't the same as boldly going, but seeing all those different worlds was almost as exciting Someday they would hear back form the explorers out there. Someday they would know what it was like to play ping pong on Catullia.
But today, tonight, she would know what distant galaxies looked like ten billion years ago, she would know their star population. The work she did tonight may even one day help unlock the even less tangible mysteries of the universe. It wasn't a bad career.
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