Rekindle the Sun
Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2010 by Mary E. Lowd
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The yellow sun of Heffe VIII beamed onto Kerri's face through the freighter ship's window. She'd been watching intently through the window ever since the ship entered the Heffen solar system. "It's hard to believe that's a dying sun," Kerri said. It was still so bright and dazzling, hanging in the black, velvet sky. It looked young and promising, not old and fading. Kerri turned to her husband, Alan, who was sitting beside her, and smiled. "It'll be good to finally see Heffe," she said.
Alan, with the winningly mischievous smile that first captured Kerri's attention, began speaking to her in Heffen. Kerri recognized the language; Alan had been learning it for months, ever since he'd been hired for this job. He had a knack for languages that Kerri knew she didn't have. When he finished, he said, "That was a Heffen love poem for you. I found it in one of my books."
Kerri was touched. She wondered what, exactly, the poem meant, but she didn't ask. Already worried about coming to live on a world where she didn't speak the native language, she found comfort in pretending not to mind. Kerri and Alan sat quietly for the rest of the flight across the Heffen system. Kerri wished she were better with languages.