Ellen Fisk

The Inheritance

I had become somewhat depressed, spending a great deal of time alone, trying to control the crazy thoughts in my head. Tormenting questions trashed through my mind even outweighing the thunderous bombardment of space debris which clashed against the metal capsule I called home. These thoughts were colossal mysteries, mostly regarding my biological family and my planet of origin. Struggling day after day to assimilate a glimpse into my heritage, I had practically shredded the quart-sized zippered bag which held the entirety of my personal possessions. My family’s planet could only be seen from a ‘bird’s eye view’; a bird’s eye view multiplied by two million or so. I’m sure that distance seems like an unfathomable separation, an unconquerable divide to non-space travelers, and for me it was definitely a long distance away from my reality.