Far Above
By: Michael A. Arnold
Major James wanted so much to die. Constant thoughts of going outside without his helmet - letting his body be drained of oxygen, or waiting until he starved kept filling him with the hard stone-weight of fear. But there was nothing left to do now, he could only exist.
He looked down at azurely glowing Earth. It had been (he supposed) about three days since the last message from NASA: "Due to unforeseen circumstances, communications with Ground Control are being suspended. Please stand by until contact is reestablished." Then came flashes of light, spreading across the planet below, and there had been no word since.
Now, from out of the silent planet, came a short message. It was a call for help to anyone listening, but Major James ignored it. He turned over and tried to get some more sleep.
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