The following is my submission for 100 word stories, week 15, themed "One whole year".
Major Limbaugh screamed, shaking as the echo faded through the unsympathetic hull. Mars was behind her now, Hellas fading in the view port. The most dangerous work was done but in the void, the Majors heart pounded.
She'd had no time for anything but the mission. No time for the sound of Shamus banging desperately on the outer skin, a solar flare ripping him with radiation. No time for the intensity of walking alone on Mars. No time to feel.
What was left now though? The void, freed of it's parts now looked like what it was, one whole year.


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Good article Scott
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
nice spin on the theme