Wednesday, October 23, 2013

100 Words a Day 422

He hit the button and was slammed back by the force of the seat ejecting. Moments later his fighter exploded, sending his chair tumbling erratically through space. Eventually he was able to stabilize himself using the maneuvering jets. The battle continued to rage around him as he floated helplessly, serenely, through space. The exchange of laser fire and explosions reminded him of a fireworks show his mother had taken him to when he was younger, before the alien attack.

Those memories came flooding back to him. He was a young boy playing in the twilight, on the Fourth of July.

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