An elbow jabbed into Soli’s back, driving her into the shuttle’s darkened window. “Watch it!” she snapped, looking back. A lean man with orange-gray eyes and an apologetic smile, shuffled back, hands upraised. “Sorry! Lost my balance.” He wore rust-brown, several shades lighter than his ...
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My home is a wasteland, the oceans vacant, the dust-choked fields deserted. I watch as the last ship takes to the sky, white flames propelling them towards the trash-speckled blackness of space. “You should have left with the others,” Madison says, her green eyes somber behind the visor of her gas ...