Blood Moon

by Greg

Sandstone desert. Late night. Bright moon. The boldest and most familiar stars shine dimly in a moon-bright sky. Then a bite vanishes from edge of the glowing disk and the moon begins to disappear. Darkness slowly spreads across the face. But not quite darkness. A glow of red pushes into the dark side of the moon as the shining brightness narrows and slivers and finally vanishes. Now the whole moon is red. Dim. Unquestionably spherical. The night sky has darkened and stars shine. A dead juniper tree reaches upward from sandstone cliffs. Toward an unfamiliar planet floating in a now mysterious sky.