A text can be savaged by tweets and salvaged by typewriters.
The ‘before’ and ‘after’ below is how an editor does both.
CAPTIVE MOON (original)
Another westerly front woke her, sputtering coarse static onto the blank glass canvas set high in the cell's outer wall. She shifted her head on the top bunk's unyielding pillow, an outer eye capturing a moon's reflected light, distorted by tenacious lenses of water.
The crushed ovoid's beams cast a trapezoid slice of starless sky onto the rusting iron door, struggling to tunnel through the ragged clouds. The light waxed and waned with each sodden passing, an idle finger on a slider control.
There was a grunt from below and one of Blat's lower arms strayed outside their bunkhole. Different crime, different species. But same human gaolers - and toilet. As if she wasn't in enough shit already.
CAPTIVE MOON (edited)
Rain spattering wet static onto their cell’s high-set window woke her. She moved her head into the moonlight struggling through sodden clouds, casting mottled shadows onto the iron-strapped door. Blat grunted below, an arm straying from their bunk. Different species, different crime, but the same human gaolers - and toilet. As if she wasn't in enough shit already.