photo by NASA (yes, THAT NASA – which is why you want to click through to the full size picture for the full effect) via Unsplash
‘Are you there? Dawson? Are you there?’
‘Yeah, yeah, I’m here, Flores. Breathe slow now. Tell me what can you see.’
Cold misted Flores’ visor. Her limbs were stiffening, breath coming harder. She should stay quiet, conserve her oxygen, but what was the point now?
‘I see black,’ she breathed. ‘A lot of black.’ And silver, shreds of silver from the destroyed space station. And in the distance something white, a helmet shining on top of a motionless torso.
She looked away, towards the velvet black, the sprinkle of stars dancing like fairy lights on a string. If she just reached out, she could touch …
‘Flores? Flores?’
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