SymphonyFAST FORWARD: Third Movement, Danse Macabre (Staccato)
They had named the planet Aurora for the beauty that danced above them in its ever dark skies. At least, it had seemed beautiful at the time. Now Gar Franck wasn’t so sure.
Gar huddled on the floor, shielding his two-year-old son, Anton, from the panicked colonists stampeding past them in the newly constructed pod link.
“Damn you, Franck! When will you make it stop?” a man cried from across the corridor. A woman lay in the man’s arms, convulsing as her seizure peaked. She was dying, but to Gar’s numbed mind her moans harmonized with the screams of the mob into a musical score for his private nightmare.
Anton sat on the floor, a broken comm-unit held before his blank face. The child let it drop to strike the metal surface wi
