Solar - February 04, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "solar". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Solar - Squiddy Geiger - February 04, 2012

Dan kicked the console angrily. Stupid piece of shite never worked right in the first place. And now he was stuck out here. He should never have left with it - should have listened to Molly and upgraded. As always, she was right.

He sighed, and went to the other room to calm down. Working angry wasn't going to help. And as scary as it was, he had to admit the view was spectacular - the sun towards which he was being dragged was gorgeous, solar flares shooting above the surface. His ship's dampers made the view bearable; and even through the filters, the colours and the mayhem of the surface were amazing.

The fact that long before he reached the surface, his shields would fail and his ship destroyed were worrisome, but if he couldn't get the console repaired, he had other issues to worry about. He sat and watched the show for awhile. It calmed him, as always.

He thought about Molly. Dear sweet Molly. Whom he might never see again, and who would wonder how things had ended so badly. If he got the damned thing working and made it home, he'd do his best to make things right. It had been a stupid argument, and much of the blame was his, if not all. He sighed again - he was sighing a lot today - and got up to work on the console again.

He whistled while he worked. Thinking of Molly had cheered him up, as it always did. He could fix it. He had to fix it. He would fix it. He was not going to die out here, an insignificant speck in an incredibly huge tableau of solar beauty.

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