The sole surviving astronaut,
last of the crew of eight,
having majored in biology
and with no understanding of
even the most basic astrophysics
had no idea which levers to pull,
which buttons to push.
He could only sit, awestruck,
strapped in, anticipatory,
staring through a porthole
while the crippled capsule
left its weightlessness behind
and tore through layers of cloud,
headed home at last.
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Tuesday Twiglet #278
~ layers of cloud ~
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Fandango’s One Word Challenge
~ tear ~
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Wraps things up and leaves you hanging. Hope everything is autopilot
😂
I wonder if travel insurance covers such eventualities.
This is wonderful, Ron!
Oh dear…