XXXX-02-12
I had a bad day again.
I woke up this morning and I couldn't move. It was like all the gravity in the universe was pressed upon me. I just sat there for hours, staring out the window to the harsh gray sky and envisioning the countless number of miles between us.
Mom found me when she got home from work and called the medicinal clerk. I took six pills this time.
How many more bad days are there going to be while you're gone? Maybe I should send you these messages instead of deleting them.
I hope that planet is treating you well. You sent some information about it this afternoon. It was mostly statistics and some topographical information. But the name sounded beautiful...
So, its name is Earth?
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryA Scifi short story of messages. Completed. --- Two different battles in two different wars. One's battles lie in his mind, the other fights on a distant planet. Both are losing. --- A short story of the messages he never sent his sister. --- Note:...
