The all cosmos was in front of me.
Angels were on strike that day.
Yes, I was obsessed with the girl next door.
My contact was late.
There was no escape.
There’s a nice pavement cafe in Heaven.
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.