I gaze at the night sky from the loft window. It’s black as ink, the twinkling stars, silver.
I position my telescope and focus on the shimmering moon. It’s strangely orange tonight, like a pumpkin!
Gradually it turns white, bright white. Blood red lines start creeping towards its centre. I’m staring at a bloodshot eye. A cloaked figure clutching a glistening scythe slowly emerges. Am I dreaming? I pinch myself. I’m not.
I turn away. My candle flickers and dies. I shiver. The floor tremors, I hear distant thunder.
Something ice-cold, something sharp touches my neck. I spin round …
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Douglas M. MacIlroy for the photo which I assume to be of a telescope at the W. M. Keck Observatory!
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