The reds weren’t afraid, not exactly, but they were worried. Their ship swam through vasty skies just the same as it always had, but thunderclouds were gathering ahead, and occasionally something would streak past them in the endless night that looked nothing like a star. They wished, for the first time in ages, that they could see the ground.
Plus, it was getting crowded. Were there more of them than yesterday?
Crimson checked the receiver protruding from the stern, and she cleared away the frost that had gathered on the orb. Everything seemed in order.
But the clouds crept closer.
Photo courtesy of the indomitable Lisa Snellings-Clark.