SAD In May — Day Two
Prompt: write a drabble; a story of exactly 100 words
By Lori Carlson
The lights on the console were blinking when Lucas regained consciousness. He tried to sit up, but his harness held him in place. He looked to his left but could only see smoke and sparks of electrical units. He pulled at his harness until it finally gave and he fell head first to the floor. Sitting up, he saw the extent of the damage. All twelve members of his crew were dead. The back hull of the ship was crumpled like tin foil. He wiped a window and looked outside. They’d made it. They bloody well made it. Earth. Home.