Monday 2 March 2015

Home




Jenny pressed her nose against the glass.  Her breath steamed up the panel, and hazed the view below her.
"Earth!" she gasped.
Her mother, Erin, nodded, and gently pulled her a step back from the window.
"You see there?"  Erin placed a finger on the glass, her pad all but obscuring the green island.  "That's where I was born."
"Really?"  Jenny's eyes were wide.  "It's beautiful!"
"It is," Erin agreed softly.
"Can we go see?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"No," her mother sighed.  "It's all locked up now.  No one can go to Earth anymore.  We can only look from here."
"But it's your home isn't it?"
"Yes."  Erin took a step forward - her turn to lean against the glass.  She pretended to look more closely, but really she just didn't want Jenny to see her cry.  The girl was too young to understand.  I'll never be able to go home.

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