For Better or Worse
The stars above, different. Not hers. She laid, bedroll disheveled around her legs. Struggles awash in a waking mind. Home, Earth was gone, too far to reach had it still been there. The little shuttle, the captain who lost her ship. Three months; food, water…priorities. Then the traders’ vessel, the convoy.
They accepted her. She found a niche. Eventually.
Beyond the clearing, stuttering amidst the treeline, a point of light led shrouded pilgrims.
She peered above to the stars. Few choices before, not many more now. Better or worse – worse was dead – asylum’s granted… making this home.
For the story behind these three stories please read Discrepancies.