Friday, March 2, 2018

100 Words a Day 1136

“We need to get back inside,” I said, unnecessarily.

My fingers were stiff. I could barely close them around the handles of my tools. Everyone struggled to get their equipment back into their bags.

Initially the engine wouldn’t turnover. After the first sputter, we all looked at each other. I could see in their eyes that they were imagining someone finding us tomorrow, seated and frozen to death.

Everyone sighed when the motor finally roared to life. It growled as it idled, angry at being roused. We started to drive slowly back to the ship, accelerating as the engine warmed.

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