Beacon 23

by Hugh Howey

In a horror movie, when everyone is hugging their shins and shouting for the main character to turn and run, or crawl under the bed, or call the cops, or grab a gun, NASA would be the dude in the back shouting, “Go see what made that noise! And take a flashlight!”

the larger assemblage of rocks represents some proto-planet that never quite formed, then this is like a department store that never achieved critical mass.

I should mention here that I really don’t like guns pointed at my head. Not unless I’m the one doing the pointing.

Look at all that nothingness. Can you feel it looking back?