These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. M’s prompt was ‘Jupiter Glow’.
No matter how hard they try they can never prepare you for the loneliness of space. The fellows in the white coats test you and explore the extent to which your mind can be pushed but they really have no idea what true isolation will do to you.
You try to retain a degree of positivity but there comes a point when you lose all hope, and for me that point was when I flashed past Mars with my pod still accelerating. Mars was my last hope you see, my salvation. If anyone could have survived the Orion onslaught it was those tough bastards but with my emergency beacon out and navigation systems shot I simply sailed by into the inky black of space.
I doubt it mattered though because there were no signs of life on my scanners. In fact, there had been no sign in any quadrant since I jettisoned at the battle of Ceres Outpost and whilst I had enough supplies to keep me going for a few months – assuming the hydro-recycle unit on my suit keeps functioning – I doubt that I will make it through the asteroid belt to see the glow of Jupiter.
It’s a shame really because my god she is a sight to behold…