I haven’t done this for a while. 101 words. Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end. Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.
Seven hundred million miles from home Carlos stared into the yawning abyss of space. In a sky of a billion, trillion stars, filled with more life than he could comprehend, he felt his mind slipping away as a desperate loneliness tore at him.
“Come on you bitch” he said slamming a fist into the console. A system malfunction had set the emergency escape trajectory to a star a hundred lifetimes away and the panels were resolutely unresponsive.
Sitting back in the chair he closed his eyes and remembered Juliet’s face one last time and unclipped the helmet seal from his suit.