Wednesday, December 14, 2016

100 Words a Day 968

When Arth came to he didn’t know where he was. Overhead, there was a harsh light that forced him to squint.

“Cargo bay,” he said with a groan. He spent some much time in the place, he would’ve recognized the particulars of the lighting anywhere.

He tested out each limb, slowly moving it through its full range of motion. No complaints. Standing slowly, he saw the hold was in disarray. Whatever had happened, it had been violent enough to break the mooring straps holding their blocks of ore down and scatter them throughout. He was luck he hadn’t been crushed.

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