Tuesday, December 17, 2019


The tiniest #sliver of red on his O₂ gauge Gareth knew that rushing back to the airlock would mean his death. Alarms blaring, hand-over-hand, calm, steady, fastidiously attaching anchors at every point , he prayed to whatever gods may be listening. 

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