by Chris Bannor
I did everything by the book, followed every rule and regulation. None of that matters now.
I can see inside the window and nothing changes the judgement they passed. I want to scream that I did what I had to so we could survive.
The ship gets further away as they continue to watch.
I try to keep my face still, but terror eats away at me, and pain is etched in my bones. I turn my head and my body rotates. Now there is no one to see my last moments.
There’s no witness in the void of space.
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can chat with Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor