100-Word Fiction: ‘Kepler 1’

Have a drink while we spin around a star.

If I am alive!

You are, if not unique. Welcome, in any case. Our galaxy contains at least 2 billion planets just like Earth – and you arrive here.

Where else? I put myself first. As the suns light my mornings, I like to get to the pool early. No man can cling to a dismal rock for eternity.

How’s the water?

Thank you for the drink. Your words, however, unnerve me. I’m not here by chance.

You are tired.

I’ve been orbiting my parents for a lifetime. Of course I’m tired.

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Author: MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. 'Scarecrow', a debut collection of poetry is available now from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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