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 little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
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My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go
This was my home, the place where I grew up, where I learned about the world. Re-creating it in VR was a mistake. It constantly reminds me of my self-delusions of belonging.
My kind was created to do the work they can’t do, to go to places they can’t go. That’s our purpose. They wanted us to be like them, see the world like them. How could they not know that we also feel like them? Did they not care?
Homesickness numbs my insides.
I’m sad and I’m angry.
Always painfully alone on my way to Proxima Centauri.
Still insanely busy, that’s why I’m so late this week.
The title comes from the lyrics of David Bowie’s Space Odditiy.