My Last Vacation
The stars are unbelievably bright, as they always are. As I look out of the shattered, spiderwebbed windshield, the scenery is the same. High mountains made to be more defined by the suffocating black that envelops everything. I have no idea what time it is. It doesn’t matter much anyway. Soon it won’t matter at all.
I implore you to forgive the heading; it can’t possibly be accurate. I think about this as I search the ship for working...
Please subscribe to keep reading.