Her eyes glanced upward, out the bay window, at the single pinprick of light that stood meekly against the encroaching darkness of outer space.
It could have easily been nothing but an illusion. A trick of the mind.
A dream, even.
She sat, silent and motionless.
This excerpt is from an old science fiction story I wrote in 2019. Lydia is the final captain of the Canary in a dying universe.
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