Wednesday, March 2, 2016

100 Words a Day 798

The inside of the captain’s office was white, without any trace of the red dust that permeated every other part of the planet that I had seen.

“Yes?” she asked after the door slid shut behind me.

“I’m here about missing cargo.”

“You’re the freighter captain?”

I took off my respirator and rubbed my face. I could feel the red dust that caked my face where it hadn’t been protected by the mask.

“Yes,” I replied, inhaling the air and noticing how it didn’t scratch my throat.


The captain gestured to a chair, with a metal frame and white cushion.

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