flash fiction
January 22, 2021

Graveyard Through the Stars

My names is Efrakim Flores and I am the sole crew of the Graveyard.

It was dad who taught me how to pilot the Graveyard. I remember sitting at the cockpit with him. Just the two of us. He would tell me stories grandpa had told him of times when our ship had a full crew. Back then the Graveyard was called the Ark.

He told me the story of how people boarded the Ark to escape a dying Earth. He told me of their journey through the stars. He told me of the planet they had hoped to colonize and the problems they found. And he told me of the people who died, and of the endless search for a habitable planet as the crew got smaller and smaller.

Dad and I would look at the emptiness ahead of us in the vid screen and I would fantasize what we would find that planet and grandpa would be there, and the rest of the crew of the Ark would be there too. Waiting our arrival.

Today, alone, as I wait my turn at Death’s arms, I sit at the cockpit again looking out at the stars.

My names is Efrakim Flores and I am the last remaining crew of the Graveyard.

January 22, 2021 · #ToF · #Fiction · #Flash Fiction


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