A View from Space: A Microstory

The centrificator wound down with a whipped-dog whelp as the last of the back-up batteries bled out. Captain Jebediah Simons looked through the frosted fractals fast forming on the space-glass and kissed his wife goodbye through the three angles of Cassiopeia. Back on Earth she was adjusting her bra. Hiking up her Special-Occasion panties. Wiping the aftermath from her thigh with a thrice-folded tissue. Captain Corley Mason had been second choice for the mission. But the only choice for Mrs. Simons.


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