The all cosmos was in front of me.
Angels were on strike that day.
This is the entrance. It is tempting. No one ever came back.
Yes, I was obsessed with the girl next door.
My contact was late.
They agreed to open the sky.
I think we lost them.
I was finally meeting who I worked for all those years. My fists were anxious.
It was a ghost ship centuries old. Most hatches for the escape pods were open to vacuum. The ship made it to Earth completely empty.
We started side by side, fast but not furious, both dangerous and suicidal. Living fast meant living short.