Shelter – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge 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.

Image © Renee Heath. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Renee Heath’s permission.


Survival training teaches that finding shelter is one of the first things to do when you’re stranded. That’s alright. I have shelter.

My space suit protects me from the elements—or lack thereof—as I float in darkness, alone and lost. I’ve no idea what happened to my ship.

What they usually gloss over in training is that shelter for the body isn’t enough, you need hope. Hope is the shelter for the soul—and I have very little left.

There is one pinprick of light among the stars that seems to grow. It’s getting closer! A ship? Or death…

(100 words)

I pledge


I shouldn’t be posting this. I haven’t even replied to all the comments from last week. Too much work and when I have time, I just sit around, like frozen, and procrastinate. I will reply to everyone and reciprocate though.


60 thoughts on “Shelter – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. Yea, I like the concept of hope being shelter for the soul.
    Except, hope was the last thing left in Pandora’s jar; it brought a curse to the world.
    Not sure how to reconcile that.
    But I do like your story and the concept. 🙂

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  2. Goodness, that *is* dark. Hopefully that light is salvation, and not false hope. I’ll echo the others: I love the idea of hope as a shelter for the soul.

    And I hear you, about being too busy (or when free, too exhausted) to keep up with comments. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t post a flash fiction story this past weekend. (sigh) Maybe next weekend.

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  3. I was a new bride and later a young mom at the height of the space program. I’d watch the videos of astronauts floating on those umbilical cords and think, “That would be a cold. lonely, terrifying way to die!

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    1. Indeed. I was a kid when the first moon landing took place, glued to the TV and explaining to my grandma that yes, people were indeed walking on the moon. Ever since I loved Science Fiction and everything space related. Thank you, Linda.

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    1. I’m glad you liked it, thank you Dawn. The protagonist does have a space suit, so death wouldn’t be instantaneously–until the oxygen runs out. Without the suit–a few minutes is what I heard. Now that would be pure horror…. brrr…

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      1. On this morbid line: without a space suit, you have about 10-15 seconds, and with one, just minutes… unless you somehow have an oxygen source floating out there with you. Either way, it’s all pretty gloomy! I think I’d prefer to go the fastest way. I’d like a quick look at the stars, and then be out before I realize what’s happening. Your story is much more fun. 😉

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        1. Hehehe, this is a fun discussion. Space suits (the NASA-EVA type, not pressure suits) come with a backpack-oxygen tank. So there’ll be some time, see EVA, forgot how long they can spacewalk, but it’s hours.
          I hear you on the going out quickly, but experiencing that fizz of boiling spittle and sweat… eek, no thanks. 15 to 30 secs until you lose consciousness, then another minute or so until death, afaik. Quick rescue, like the SciFi tropes of jumping from one airlock to the next would be possible if quick help were at hand. Not for my protagonist though… he’ll float, breathe for a while yet and hope. 🙂 No exploding eyeballs like in Total Recall… 😀

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