"Star"

Snow is slowly falling down beyond the broken window. Big snowflakes are covering burned out earth like a white rug. The sun is trying to break through heavy gray clouds with its wan rays.

The morning of the new era has come. The era without mankind. Your eyes tell that somewhere we did a mistake...

Last summer there was a beautiful place. Flowers were blooming and their sweet perfume was drifting over old-fashioned streets. The freshness of lake's water was mixing up with a hot light of the tender sun. We had been resting from a city. We were walking along park's paths, sitting on lovely benches, and at nights after outbursts of passion, that carred us away from perishable reality, we were running to the lake. Yellowish moon was slyly winking from the reflection on the water's surface. I were halding your hands, and merged in kiss we was plunging in darkness of the lake.

It happens a year ago, at that time no one yet knew about project "Star". In the beginning of September we were sitting at the work and exchanging messages. Monotonous data of scientific research mixed up with little flirtation and plans on the evening.

Internet, literally, explodes with the news about discovery that had been made by America's scientists. No wonder, unlimited source of energy sounds tempting.

Chief went out of his office after half an hour phone talk. He congratulates everybody in absolute silence, and said that our laboratory will be closed down in the next month, if we will not create an analogue.

The next month was like a protracted nightmare. Laboratories worked 24 hour, the machines that sale coffee and tone up drinks had to be refilled every 3 hours.

I don't remember did we make love that September. I think, no. The creating of an analogue became our goal, our dream, the meaning of our lifes.

20-th September many people quited. Most of them because of the bad state of health. After that we've got two days off. Two days of sleep...

30-th September we were drinking champagne, received a bonus and were celebrating in a restaurant the birth of a miracle.

"Star" wasn't just an analogue. It was a delayed present of the god who seemed to forget about us. A bicycle that was given at tenth birthday. The possibility to conquer space. Unlimited source of energy and ability to convert energy into substance.

Government tried to cover up the success, but apparently the excitement has affected them too.

It all began in March. Spring and cosmic expansion. Small shuttles and huge spaceships flew away from the Earth, like the kids who had been let out to play on the spring's green grass.

We finished our "Home" in the last days of April. I remember how the sun was lighting up your hair. You smiled and I saw hope in your eyes. We went to search for our piece of luck.

We returned after a month. Decided to visit our friends.

All we found was the burned out Earth. Empty houses, dirty streets, abandoned vehicles. There was no sign of any virus-killer or biological weapon, but fact remains, we were alone on the Earth.

In that days I damned our invention. We would find the job, as a last resort we could call Dan in New-York.

But now you are crying at the walls of the house where your parents used to live.

"What do you think," - You are looking on me, but you already know the answer - "Do they have a chance?"

I still can't lie to your eyes.

"No. The substance created by "Star" exists only few months. - "The point of no return..."

You are crying and your tears are falling down to your feet.

"It's our fault!!!" - You shout through tears.I don't deny, only hold you in my arms and look in the window on the dying star.

We are sitting at the broken window and white snow is covering burned out earth.The star of hope turn out to be the star of damnation.