Rosetta climbed into her spaceship bed. She had constructed this space
effect using pillows of different colors, running two vertically from
the top and building a cylindrical-shaped object using pillows to give
the effect of being in something.
Those pillows were bigger than the average-sized pillows. Their cases
were covered with animals, water pictures, star and moon effects,
plants, trees, cosmic objects such as asteroids and comets.
Rosetta laid down, her head just beneath the second vertical pillow at
the top. The moon had itself cast its light at the foot of her bed, at
the base of her spaceship.
Rosetta thought of calling Urd to tell him about her acceptance at the
college. She took her cell only to be struck by the shape the moon’s
light threw on the vase at the end of her room, a vase holding dry flowers.
“What’s this,” she found herself whispering as her response to the shape
stirred her deeply. It appeared to be a combination of a large human
face whose lower section was formed and shaped in rock. It seemed to
move as if on small wheels hidden beneath the rock’s center.
She sat up to look at this apparent illusion. It was no more. Hmmm. It
had vanished. “What was that?”
It caught her attention mainly because she was a student, one newly
enrolled in a program in astronomy and space psychology. It was too
early to begin thinking about life forms in places other than on Earth,
she mused. Maybe it was the moon, its light passing by way of a huge
tree and its branch patterns. But a face and rock?
She fell back on her back again as a balmy wind shifted curtains at the
partially-opened window. “Here it appears again,” she noticed.
This time she got up and walked to the vase. The shape was carved into
the vase, but she had never seen or noticed it before. She looked at the
bottom of it and there was marked, made in Khartoum, Sudan. Hidden, as a
symbol of the artist was the shape of a woman’s bosom. Rosetta’s phone
rang — sh.