the smuggler’s bible

Rumble

Rumble wakes up in a cold sweat, convinced he heard somebody calling his name.

The windows are open in the bedroom and a breeze moves softly against the curtains. It’s dark outside. Normally the moon is so bright in the valley that he can pick out the trails on the hillside where the tourists hike, but now it’s like staring into a well.

Motion in the hallway—Rumble knows instantly that someone is standing outside with their hand on the doorknob. He turns, thinking it’s Juliet. He almost says her name, but hesitates.

Why the hell aren’t there any stars?