Hope

As I put my hand on the handle

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

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The ship thrummed, vibrating my bones and worsening. Decks should’ve scorched. Wasn’t hell hot? This was spacer’s purgatory. A chill to steal breathe. Still, hope lay through the door.

As I put my hand on the handle a voice screamed “John, no.” Dirt, Ashley’d caught up.

Wrenching the handle, I fought it to yield to my will, not the ship’s. Victory came as it slid open and then closed behind me.

“John, no.” Her voice, desperate, came through my headset.

“I’ve gotta Ash,” I said leaving the door. The ship’s hope was this way. There just wasn’t any for me.

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