Tuesday, December 27, 2016

100 Words a Day 981

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been trudging across the ocean floor, but the abyssal chill of the deep had penetrated the protective layers of his suit with its bitter tendrils and his oxygen was dangerously low. Something appeared suddenly in the cone of his flashlight. He stopped in his tracks, sure that the deleterious effects of the cold on his cognition were making him see things. It was a dome with a protrusion. It reminded him of being little, watching shows about people colonizing other planets. The thing in front of him looked exactly like the habitats on TV.

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