It’s that time of week again, guys! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m posting mine early, because if I don’t, it won’t get posted at all. I’m afraid my story ran a little long today, 113 words. I will be posting a less speculative story over at my other blog, so be sure to check it out!
Birdie, birdie, in the sky…
I watched the shuttle leave Earth, carrying my love. He was going to Mars, and I wasn’t with him.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he’d said. “I’m sorry.” Over and over again. Like a mantra. Like it could fix things.
I didn’t cry, and why should I? He made his choices and I made mine.
“Life is all about the choices you make,” my father used to say.
“Do you know someone on the shuttle?” the woman next to me asked, staring in awe at the departing spacecraft.
“He’s headed to the prison colony on Mars.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow. For what?”
“Murdering my father.”