She clutched her cup of coffee with both hands, attempting to stop the shaking of her hands. At this point, she wasn't certain whether it was the caffeine, or the nerves of solo space travel finally getting to her.
It wasn't meant to be this way, mind you. When they took off, there were twenty of them. The nineteen others had since died, felled by a mysterious illness. Somehow, she had been spared. It was hard to tell whether that was a blessing or a curse, but she tried to continue on with the mission as best she could. She was nearly there, after all, nearly ready for landing on the planet she was meant to explore.
But as she finally neared the spot she was calculated to arrive at, all she saw was flames.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
