It was a bright, frosty morning. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine… Create a well-structured narrative, with the given starter, successfully employing all the linguistic features. (120-150 words)
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It was cold, I will always remember that.
Sanna was already up, bustling about. She was like that, annoyingly so. Normally, she couldn't wait to deliver one of her various jibes about me sleeping in. They were annoying for sure, but I appreciated that she always made an effort to craft an original one each time. Now that took talent. Up early for a change, I knew she would be extra delighted in her snark. I caught up to her brooming the frost off the solar array.
"Hold on, hold on," Sanna said, leaning on her broom and placing a gloved finger to her ear. "Yes, yes, Earth Command? I would like to report an alien inhabiting the body of my husband. How do I know? Ohhh... well, you see, he is never up before about ten and-"
She went on for a while, miming this report about me. Somewhere after an over the top request for the Eighth Fleet to make haste and deal with this alien bodysnatching, I gathered a meager snowball from the ground and threw it at her. We both laughed and tossed new powder at each other in the light of the sun.
Our handlinks chirped, insistent and urgent. We cut the horseplay and viewed the hololithic feed ghosting up from our upraised palms. Despite expecting every word of the message, in reading it a sober pale cast over us. Sanna came in to hug me close. We turned our gaze skyward.
Even in the crisp, white light of the morning sun we could see the orbital con trails of Colony Ship Vergoza burning hard and leaving orbit. It was a mini-moon that had stayed comfortably above us and the others here planetside the last two years, somewhat visible in the day and a blazing star at night. Now, Vergoza was leaving us and moving on its multi-year voyage to seed the stars. We would never see Vergoza, her crew, or the thousands upon thousands of people cryogenically stowed in her holds again. Not that we ever saw much of the latter.
"We're alone now," I said without thinking after a time. "There won't be another ship for several decades at least. We either make it here, or that's it for us."
With a big grin, Sanna shoved a snowball down the back of my coat. She laughed as she made me chase her back down to our hab. Gods below, I love that woman.