EXPOSURE by Nikolle Doolin

exposure Elaine slid her hands along the sinuous curves of the sandstone wall that nature built and time eroded. Yes, she stroked the edge of a continent on a new world. A curious thrill ran through her body–so pale and uncorrupted by the aggressive Auralian sun.

Elaine would have to return to the ship soon–before she became overexposed. So, she stood wrapped in a warm cocoon of sunlight in order to store it up. “This heats my soul,” she thought. Suddenly, the timer beeped and interrupted her bliss. She took one last look, then disappeared back into the ship.

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