It was high noon when Bilal's spaceship landed in the field next to the communication posts.

He couldn't carry all of the items back on his own. He and Carmella would need their trucks. Bilal smiled as he thought of Carmella. He couldn't wait to press his face against her neck and smell her scent and to feel the tickle of her hair against his face. He missed the feel of her dreadlocks and the way they hung down her back in thick tendrils. He missed her brown eyes that turned ...