This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is a sci-fi one from The Trouble With Memories:
With a sigh she stood up from the chair, tossed her comm. badge on the desk and walked away. Seconds later, she found herself staring out the airlock. This had become her only pastime. It was a melancholy one. As she watched the dust devils swirl in the planet’s hostile atmosphere, she wondered how long it would be before she simply opened the airlock and stepped outside.
Suicidal? Yes. But better than standing in the same spot, watching Cal’s ghost walk away every time.