Another week, another prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, graciously provided by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who celebrates her four years and one week Friday Fictioneers anniversary. I completely forgot to congratulate last week, sorry.
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
I also want to congratulate our mistress of flash fiction, Sandra Crook, for winning not only one award, but two. Congratulations, Sandra, you rock!
Oh, oh, I just saw: the spell check is back! Yay, what a relief.
We came to build, to explore, to colonize. We thought we’re like the pioneers of old, but instead of wagons we’d use spacecraft. We felt like superheroes who can jump six feet high. We’re using every nook and cranny of the habitats for storage: floors, walls, ceilings. The habs are tiny, but we thought we’d change that soon enough.
No one prepared us for reality. Our spacesuits—cheap, like all the equipment—don’t protect us against radiation, nor do the habs. I’m sick. People die like flies on Mars. I have enough morphine to end it. Don’t come.
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