NEW STORY: "Space, Vodka, and Dust," by Christopher Woods
People go into outer space and then they come back.

They are heroes for a time, and they will always be heroes to some people. But heroes -- all covered in glory -- still accumulate debts for their apotheosis, especially if they never stop looking down.

Today's story by Christopher Woods takes a look at an astronaut from the perspective of the woman to whom he is wedded. It is a little 'ol story. It is all in one sentence. You only get one last breath once you take your helmet off.

That's enough time for that feeling. The smell of barbecue, the embarrassment of a drunk man's horny stagger, and that feeling -- that feeling that things aren't gonna change, that things are all done being good, that somebody out there wishes we were nothing but dust.


Posted by miracle on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 08:38:16 -0400 -- permanent link

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