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carried his plate to the sink. By the time she returned to the table<br />
he’d stopped talking and his eyes were closed.<br />
Do you want to go to bed she asked, and he shook his<br />
head.<br />
It’s nice talking like this, he said. Let’s talk like this awhile.<br />
He told her about star flares and feeling weightless<br />
and horizons that never saw a sunset. He told her about flying<br />
through nebulas and eclipses you couldn’t look in the eye and<br />
terraformed moons that looked exactly like home. After a while<br />
he closed his eyes again but went on talking. She closed her eyes,<br />
too, and tried to conjure up images to fit his words. She couldn’t<br />
do it. Inside her head was all blackness.<br />
She didn’t mind very much, figuring that, after all, most<br />
of the universe was blackness anyway, a series of gulfs between<br />
two bright points, a suburban night closing in on a dim upstairs<br />
window.<br />
Rob Andwood is a fiction writer from the Pine Barrens of<br />
southern New Jersey. He currently resides in Cambridge,<br />
Massachusetts, although he returns home at least once every<br />
year to continue his prolonged hunt for the elusive Jersey<br />
Devil. He is obsessed with rap music and superheroes.<br />
40 Writing Tomorrow Magazine