Untethered
a micro-fiction story of ultimate knowing
It's a gut hollowed feeling. After everything I overcame to get here. Self-contained in my Extravehicular Mobility Unit, what non-astronauts call a spacesuit. I have everything I need for just these few moments, floating in the peaceful vast expanse of space. I no longer hear my fellow crew members brainstorming rescue options with our ISS commander. My communications cap is quiet. A face appears pressed firmly against a portal window. I have floated too far to read an expression, but its presence tells me everything I need to know.
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Susan Takacs
I am a writer, poet and sculptor who focuses on infusing my love of the natural world into my creative work.
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