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…
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.