Time Lines
A Time Capsule Haiku
When I see your face,
The line of days leaves a trace.
What time marks, love erase.
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Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I read the line for the fourth time on the way up expecting to find some hidden meaning, but all I could get out of it were flashes of an old time movie about a space monster with acid in its veins. That’s probably why I expected something much more gruesome when I entered Carl Downing’s quarters; blood soaked bedsheets; furniture smashed to splinters; a hole in the wall; something. Instead, I found order. Nearly every item in it’s place, neat and tidy. If not for that sentence scralled on the wall in what appeared to be mint flavored toothpaste, you’d never know anything was amiss. That and the fact that no one had seen Carl Downing in more than six standard days, a long time for anyone to go unseen anywhere, let alone on the Venture.
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