Thursday, September 8, 2016

100 Words a Day 921

Tristan had joined the Space Rescue for the unknown. He loved never knowing what would be on the other side of the airlock. It was dangerous work; they were never called in unless something had gone wrong. But the danger made his brain tingle. The only thing was the wait. Space was vast. Though propulsion had advanced considerably since the advent of space travel, the wild distances involved meant there were still stretches of time with nothing to do but check and recheck their gear.


He could see the orbital platform though one of the portholes, growing as they neared.

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