Five Sentence Fiction - Moon

This weeks Five Sentence Fiction offered an enticing photo. Here's what I came up with.

Adele missed just having one moon to look up at. She missed normal tides and not the raging ocean that now made going to the beach impossible; between the deafening noise, and the roiling mass of white water, there was little point.

Instead she liked to park up on the cliff overlooking the water and contemplate how it came to be - why the mass that had travelled so far, had decided to stop and orbit their planet. She pondered the recent gossip that it was a space station and not a planet, biding its time, waiting to attack; surely that was science fiction induced silly talk, wasn’t it? There was no way there could really be aliens up there, there was no such thing.