Photo: Sue Vincent
They were cold to the bone, but it did not matter once the light broke out to illuminate the edge of clouds.
“We’ll be home soon,” he breathed into her neck.
“I know,” she whispered, her teeth no longer chattering. She’d stopped feeling her toes so long ago she almost forgot she had ones.
It would have worried her, in the past. The risk of frostbite. Amputation. Loss of the ability to walk.
They were beyond all these things now.
They were going home.
For the rest of time.
“How long?” she asked, fretting a bit in spite of herself. She never found transitions as easy as he had. Especially such big ones. Especially those that were irreversible.
“Soon,” his voice was barely audible but she felt it reverberate through her chest. The finality of it.
She sighed, and though he did not move she knew that he was smiling.
Another moment passed. Or perhaps it was an hour. She’d lost track of time now that it made no difference.
As her body chilled, her eyes stayed focused on the shimmering curtain of light. Its movement became the backdrop to the last views she will ever have of Earth.
Before it neared enough to carry them.
For all the eras yet to come.
For Sue Vincent’s Write Photo Challenge