Air

“Hey!”

The call echoed through the cavernous hold.  Lowering his tab, Will turned to find Devin waving from the distant platform.

“My stylus broke.  Can you pass yours?” He shouted across the gap.

“Sure,” Will replied.  “Might take a minute.”

“Well I’m in no hurry.  Are you?”

Of course Will wasn’t either.  The ship might be flying as fast as she could, but he had nowhere to go.  Eyeballing the trajectory, Will gave himself a few timing swings before flinging his stylus out into the hold.

It flew quickly for a moment before hitting the gravity differential in the main hold.  In an instant its trajectory froze, the narrow object tumbling slowly on its long journey across the hundred-meter chasm, passing over tanks of cyanobacteria cooled by nearly endless banks of fans and helium pipes.

Its flight was slow, but if Will had learned one thing being aboard this ship for so many years, it was patience.  The stylus would find the end of its journey, and so would they.

Written for the FFfAW Challenge – Week of May 1, 2018.  Word count: 170.  Read other stories based on this prompt at InLinkz.com.