Space

They say that in space nobody can hear you scream. The endless void and its hostile vacuum are not welcoming to human life. I check my helmet a final time and press the button that engages the air lock. I peer through the porthole, gazing at the cold blackness and the brilliant shining stars. There is no twinkle to them without an atmosphere to refract the light.

The lock cycle completes depressurisation and the door slides back. I step outside and float in a lazy spin. I joyously yell me lungs out, because in space, nobody can hear me scream.

Florian writes long and short stories, likes cheese, and is a friend to dogs and pandas everywhere. @ndbag.bsky.social