They say it’s the blackness that gets to you. Facing away, all you see is black. The stars are fiction. But I found the black to be a chasm to dump my thoughts and dreams, for when I finally make planet-fall again. What’s jarring is that moment when a crescent of blue enters the bottom frame of your porthole. Strapped immobile and forced to think about our crimes, we stare until we earn planet-fall or burn to ash in the atmosphere. It’s that bluish green slice of hope that’s the true horror. It shows us what we want the most.
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Story notes
I wrote “Sliver” while trying to write a Drabble-per-day in April 2022. I nearly succeeded, but the final 7 Drabbles connected into a longer story, exploding the model. Sentence fragments everywhere.
