Microfiction: Up

The two of them walk in the dark. No romance here. Only dark, and stars, and the moon, and science. In the distance, the space port has a rocket on the launch pad. They continue to walk over a hill and into a depression away from their own light pollution so they can look at the sky.

"What do you see when you look up?" she says.

"Possibility. The future. You?"

"Where we belong."

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