1000-word flash sci-fi
A woman working at a refueling station in deep space deals with the frustrations and monotony of her job.
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September 24, 2015
Seventeen space-kliks out, a light blinked over a battered sign. “Danger: Asteroids.” Beneath it, as an afterthought, was another sign: “Refueling Station Ahead.”
On a clear day, when the asteroids were off bothering someone else and Station 352A’s water system hadn’t fogged up the windows, I could watch it.
On. Off. On. Off.
I’d stare at it for hours. It was usually more interesting than the single vid station I could get out here. Not much else a girl could do so far out in no-man’s land. Some days, another light would brighten my sky. A spaceship. As soon as I’d spot it, I’d stream around the refueling station, wiping glass and straightening freeze-dried snacks on the displays, as if I hadn’t done the same thing each morning since I’d taken up my post here.
Today’s ship was a sleek, military two-seater, pockmarked with dents. Good news and bad news. Dents meant that its pilot might actually get out and chat while the station’s droid repaired the ship. However, such a fancy craft probably carried an officer, and they tended to be wound too tightly for jawwing with a lowly refuel stationer, especially right after being pummeled by asteroids.