#Menage Monday, 7/2

My first attempt at a Menage Monday story. http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2012/07/02/menagemonday-challenge-week-37/

She knew he saw the ship as a gleaming dream, ripped straight from the cover of an old issue of Analog, but all she could see were dings and cracks and rust.

“Will it fly?” It came out soft and rough, and she had to fight to even speak at all.

He turned, setting down the wrench in his hand. “It’s so good to see that our one chance to escape the death of all life on the planet hasn’t stunted your pragmatism.” His smile was filled with that mix of self-doubt and hope that she’d fallen in love with. “It had better. We don’t have much time.”

She drifted her fingers over rows of rivets, trying to see it through his eyes. Of course, he’d named it with his prototypical irony. “Her name is ‘Bliss’?”

The rumbling in the clouds grew louder as he laughed. “Ignorance might be our only chance.”

Later, she strained to look out the tiny porthole. “I’d always thought you were chasing phantoms. I’m glad you could never sleep through the night, or we’d be down there with the rest.”

As the engines came to life, her fingers reached for his, and they flew.

 

199 words

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