She looked up at the stars and wondered how they were so luminous and defined while the slicing light of the eclipse pierced above the horizon, setting the landscape with a gnarly blue glow. She had never seen anything like this before, and none of her ephemerides indicated that this could be happening now, or was forecasted to happen.
A lonely, confused boy with heavy ears faced her now, and all she could see was his silhouette. Why wasn’t he looking towards the light, she thought? She felt closed-in-on as a narrowed corridor of light indicated her only direction was forward, or behind. So much context was missing suddenly that she felt like she was living in a vignette within a vignette inside of someone else’s story. Someone who lived on another planet. But this was her planet. The light was triggering something unique in her skin, a sensation she hadn’t experienced before.
The eclipse glowed and almost hummed against her cheeks at first, but then the vibrations managed to work through her skin’s surface. Each atom was now interacting by the apparent fusion of the blotted sun with the black of moon. Her flesh radiated with the hue of blue-tinted infrared, the heat on her skin transforming all the tiny hairs on her arms as she felt herself fall away, merging into the dust that she saw gathering all around her feet.
With what was left of her body, or her will, she ran and ran forward into the image of the child before her, who seemed so real in his blackened solidness. She could feel his density, his realness. She wanted to grab his hand, and run into the city with him, for she was bursting with a sense of a new body, and a new life, and she was ready to visit this new previously unseen city ahead that was veiled all along.
I wrote this piece as an experiment with fiction and using an image prompt, and being quick. I wanted very much to do something different from what I was doing, as I needed a change of pace. I’m not sure if this will be an example of my “change of pace,” but it was inspiring enough for me to give it a whirl. Thank you Diana Wallace Peach for this March Speculative Fiction Prompt.