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.