Equal and Opposite.

Unpublished flash fiction

Beneath my suit, the corner of the photo prickles skin. The station’s umbilical tugging. A fixed point, me orbiting at the limit. Depth clutching, drawing me home, turning me away. Earthlight, borrowed brilliance.

Perspective. Memory. Chalk. Desks. Lectures. Equations.

The hook of hair behind your ear.

All I have to do is detach. No air. No friction. How long before it becomes palpable? The whisper of particles. Float forever, unmanned satellite. A voyager, coasting currents of radiation.

Cut.

Equations.

Distance flares.