Every winter solstice, Eve awaited a message from Apollo. Her husband had embarked on a dangerous mission to chart the fringes of the universe. Catastrophe struck the vessel and the last letter was strewn across the wide cosmos. Erecting a beacon that could transmit signals faster than light, she hoped to warp the past from the present. Every attempt however merely distorted the circumstances; the ship collided into an asteroid, lost compression from a puncture, ran out of oxygen… She mourned each failure knowing that each misstep resealed her beloved’s fate. Such was the cost paid for her undying love.
Dec25
Sounds like the base of a good Sci-fi novel.
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Yep, or a horror romance 😉
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A good story, and the germ of a good fictional world for a longer work, perhaps, Nonnaci.
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Ulysses and Penelope, revisited 🙂
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I like where you took the photo prompt. Love lost!
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