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Escape Velocity

I thought stasis would be like sleeping: I’d close my eyes on Earth, and open them a hundred light-years away. I thought it would be an escape.

But it was more like a dream, a slow swirl of half-reality. I spent ten years inside my own head, reliving that memory.


This story was based on the prompt “that memory” at TypeTrigger.

Bivouacking

They camped out on the side of the mountain, within a stone’s throw of the moon. A campfire warmed their bodies; anticipation warmed their hearts.

Tomorrow was the summit day, the flag-raising day. The pinnacle. The peak.

Beyond that was the descent, so aptly named.

Reminiscence is colder than anticipation.


This story is based on a title suggested by @brucerytel.