Great scene and a great moment of desperation flung onto the chance appearance of some celestial body. Very noir in that sense, the feeling of fate and not being in control entirely of what’s going on.
More correctly, I remembered the story and the specific plot device (ideas are not copyrightable, and at the time I thought I had been only working with the idea), but ended up writing a story that almost exactly copied the end of King’s. The phrasing I have recently been reminded of a short story I read is meant to get across that reading the summary made me realize that the two stories were almost exactly identical. (If all that makes sense.)