Flashfic: on Vengeance

I’ve been tempted (!) to post my flashfic MOVING ON after the prompt at Chuck Wendig’s .

[image error]Moving On

I’m huddled alone in the fuel room, monitoring the gauges. Enough in Tank #3 to power His craft back to the space station, safe and smooth.

Barely dried tears still nestle in my beard.

I shouldn’t care. Open relationships are the norm nowadays.

That’s what He said last night, through lips that smiled at my shock, that were still halfway down Second...