Flash Fiction

The sun set, away in the west.  Under the huge dome of the dish, in and out of the shadows, the music drifted serenely and then, sometimes jarred violently against the struts of the gigantic structure.

Darkness enveloped the gathered crowd and the music soared toward the brilliant stars, the dish came slowly to life, rotating toward the heavens.  The alien signal cascaded around the bowl of the dish and joined as one with the music.  There seemed no end to the night, it stretched to the ends of the universe.  Life is out there, and it loves the music.