SF Drabble #391 "Orbital"

Beams lined the night sky, spears of light reaching out and ending in sudden flares or fading to nothing in the distance. The partygoers stood on the cool grass, drinking their spirits and watching and talking. Every so often, something would fall into the atmosphere and streak across and down and burn out and they would point and certain of the older men would nod knowingly.

Someone found a muscomp and set it unobtrusively playing. Children who had grown bored of the show above ran and fell and rolled and laughed.

No one felt particularly obliged to predict a winner. 

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