Microfission

On the way back home from dim sum with meowa, Pawtee & PsychoStrm, Outis had left the radio on KALW 91.7 FM and we listened to Invisible Ink for a while. The topic today was microfiction, or "tiny lit", as described on littleelegy.com. After listening to a few pieces being read on the air, we mused, 'hey, we could do that and put it in a blog'. So, I would like to try this out: putting out a small amount of words of fiction (or maybe anything) daily into this blog. So, here goes something:

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There she was, abandoned in the middle of nothing, midpoint of a line segment connecting any two opposing stars. Nothing to provide an opposing force to start along a vector, or even rotate. She's stuck, staring at Orion's skimpy belt almost forever. The darkness of space obscured her own extremities from her sight when she turned her head. They had rendered her motionless and had long gone back to the home star system. She had screamed at them to come back but who can hear anything in space? Her coordinates will be kept top secret, or forgotten. It sure sucks being agoraphobic.
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Okay, that wasn't all that great, but this'll prolly be the "just churn out what you can and who cares about quality" kinda project, hee hee.