Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Falling Astronaut
Slowly, he rotated, cursing his god, crew and suit. Probably cursing the Earth, as well. In all of this--this inevitable death--why couldn't he be still, un-rotating, before burning.
Short, short story #19, as apart of the
BlogShorts Challenge
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