Europa

Before Enrique was deported last month—if he did, in fact, get deported—I liked to joke that he was my one student who did his best work when he was not on Earth. I remember how during his last day in school, he leaned across his desk, gawking at the icy image of Jupiter’s moon Europa that was projected from a laptop. The vista of a crystalline horizon shimmered across a screen in front of my darkened classroom and Enrique spoke—as usual—before he could even consider raising his hand.

from Europa in the Penmen Review.