Francine pops out of a waste disposal unit with a freaky alien mask.
“Did I?” she asks.
“No,” I say.
Francine tells me a joke, a good one. I feel thirsty.
“What’s with you, Jack?”
“I must actually be dying of boredom.”
She smirks. “So even dying’s boring?”
“It might be the only exciting thing left.”
“I’ll cheer you up!”
Rolling my eyes, “Please, don’t try.”
She smiles. “Let’s—”
Our hands touch.
Boom! The sound of roaring metal!
I watch another ship tear into ours. It’s about to obliterate my face!
The hull looks dull.
Dull Hull by Pandora’s KeyPosted: February 21, 2016 by Shade's Progress in Death in Space, Pandora's Key
Tags: 100 word story, attack, boredom, creative writing, dead, death, Death in Space, flash fiction, microfiction, scrawl brawl, short story, space, space ship, Vincent Crampton