Jo twisted the final screw in place and sat back to gaze at the sleek spaceship.
Sue peered over her shoulder. 'Done?'
Jo nodded. 'Just needs fuelling. How long until the asteroid is due to hit?'
'25 hours.'
'Fancy a vacation on Keppler II?'
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
