His soft voice, she remembered that he had whispered “I will return.” But that seemed so long ago. While the two moons, Tau and Zeta, moved ever closer in a dark sky, she waited and watched each night, and she felt even further distanced.
There had been no message.
-M. Duda
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Michael's recent stories, "The Sound of Blue" and A Metal Heart Shines Brightest, were awarded Silver Honorable Mention by Writers of the Future. This has fueled his passion for writing fiction.
He lives in Ohio with his wife, three dogs and two cats. He writes because his cat hates him.
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