Microfiction #24 – Among the Stars

As they say, shoot for the moon and even if you miss it, you’ll land among the stars.

And now I’m floating endlessly in this tiny capsule in the frigid cold, pitch-black of outer space. I wish I had a better understanding of the metaphor–and I’ve certainly taken it too literally.

Signals pinged to the nearest spaceships and I can only hope for the best. It has probably been days if not weeks and there’s not much left before the oxygen runs out for good… Wait, why does the screen display it has been–a millennium? And why don’t I appear to be breathing?


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