Mar 30
3 min read
Baboon Fingers on Glass
Prompted Flash Fiction
Addisyn couldn’t sleep the night before she was scheduled to rotate back to Earth. She slipped into her uniform and wandered the quiet hallways of the base. Without meaning to, she found herself standing outside Pappy’s enclosure, idly stirring her chamomile tea. The sugar was long since dissolved. She just liked watching the tea go round and round the motion. The soothing swirl of the liquid, the…
