Stoic Decay

Occasionally One Notch Above Mediocrity

FCA – Exploration


Exploration


I’m going to make my way there…

…and then keep going.


That’s a long way to swim.

Not really.

But past that islet there’s nothing but water.

You never know.


she’s reaching for a sedative

i should have kept him sedated


Come here, Lieutenant. That’s an order.




A few more days?

Maybe another rocket is on its way. Maybe someone heard our last signal.

Maybe, maybe.

Maybe past that islet mermaids swim in an alien sea…

… and maybe they will sing for me.

What?

It’s too late. It always was.

he loves me

i loved you




















Written by gElm

May 14, 2010 at 12:29 am

Posted in Brief Tales, Fine Cruel Antics

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