In Space they can’t Hear the Screams

Not long now baby, I promise. It’s getting closer every hour. The ship nestled into the dock with a slight click. The raspy sound echoed through the bulkhead as the airlock opened, then a whisper of escaping air.

Knife in hand she cradled the baby against the bulkhead. “Look baby, food.”


Carol Willis.

  • http://www.facebook.com/janice.abel.10 Janice Abel

    Ah, yes, the stage is set- the air whispers of mystery – who is the baby? Imagination streaming with the whole universe a possibility.