Friday Flash Fiction 17
Filed under Friday Flash Fiction • 02-11-2007 •
No tags for this post.SUN SCRYING
By Gareth L PowellOn the way out, he barely escaped the sun’s gravitational pull. When they pulled him out of his ruined, radioactive ship, the first thing they asked him was: ‘What did you see?’
He looked at them with his one good eye. He smelled of burned hair and scorched skin. His thoughts were jagged and strange, like shards of glass.
‘I saw… everything,’ he said.
