Ashes Left Behind
The anticipation of the launch filled the room as everyone waited with bated breath.
The tanks of the rocket were full, and the countdown had begun.
This damned rickety control station, hastily constructed, rocked to and fro as everyone concerned focused on the impending launch. Somewhere, two solid objects of the control platform were thumping together in time with the rocking.
We can all feel the intensity of the moment… success or disaster… breath is held as the rocket is thrust into the air with mighty forces, jutting the tube out into space in search of life.
Exhausted, Daph falls limp from atop him, saying, “I need a cigarette.”
Tapping one out, he hands her one, then proceeds to light it for her.
“Thanks, Frederik. You’re a doll.”