We looked to the sky, but all the stars had gone away.
The first call was to NASA. All sleeping.
The second call was forbidden. We knew this. But we needed data, so we dialed. The ringing engaged. It felt like a 1982 landline with no answering machine. Forever ringing to a non-responsive room on the other end of time.
“They weren’t expecting a call,” the cosmonaut’s thick accent surprising our ears.
“We’re sorry to disturb the important work going on,” Commander Gerome replied, “We have a bit of an alarming situation down here on earth. I realize you work for Russia but do you have a moment to check on something for us?” continue …
concealing its existence as an emotion . . .