The Wait

by joetwo

“I don’t think it was our end sir!” said the technician.

I looked out the window where the Line, our outpost’s wormhole to Earth, had been.

“Put me through to the crew” I said, looking further, trying to find the faint Sun of home, countless light years away, “Everyone needs to know.”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 challenge number 60.

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