Bleach
“You know what the sunset looks like?” Kaye asked. There was little more than a slice of Him left where the sea met the sky. The long day had left her wondering about the ruling order of the universe.
“Um, bright.” Tess replied, tossing another rock into the sherbet waves.
“Well, duh. But really… it looks like He slit His wrists in a bathtub, and His blood is spilling out all over the water.”
“That’s gross, Kaye.” Tess rolled her eyes. It was just like her to bring up such morbid things right after dinner.
“And the moon, She’s just watching Him bleed out. Watching Him die. And the more blood He loses, the higher She rises. She must have driven Him to it, or had Him overthrown.”
“Maybe He asked Her out, and She turned Him down.”
“Or maybe She had Him overthrown.” Kaye furrowed her brow, and thought carefully about how she would convince Tess this time.
“Listen, Kaye, the cosmos isn’t ruled by a brutal monarchy. We’ve been over this.”
“Shut up, Tess. Just because Pluto isn’t a planet anymore doesn’t mean they voted him out. They could have had him beheaded, or exiled. It’s not automatically a democracy. You don’t know; you’ll never know.”
“You’re right… but you won’t either.” With that, they both dove into where the moon had bleached the blood out of the water. They soaked in the whitewashed ocean, thinking about the murder they had witnessed that evening. Silently, they agreed that something so absolutely amazing had to be out of the cruel realm of politics entirely.