He was not a "he". He was an "it".
Flash Fiction Friday
Terrarium
It was a clear day. At least that's what it looked like.
Fresh Air
As he passed through the hatchway, perspective vanished.
The Comet
He climbed forever, immersed in perpetual night
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Michael T. Kuester 