It’s dark and cold and utterly still out here among the bright stars. Contemplative. All I’ve got left is some pepsi and half a tube of food. And about five breaths of air.
– James Steerforth (© 2012)
Written for trifecta week 8. The task was to write a story about ‘lost’ in exactly 33 words, without using the word ‘lost’ in the story itself.
This has the feel of a perfect beginning of a wonderful novel, a speculative one. Reminds me of the Bulwer-Lytton chestnut “It was a dark and stormy night…” It might be fun to spin this one out to a short story, or novella. One you can have greaf amusement of in the writing. G
Good poem…hope that never happens to me…of course, I am not yet a space traveler.