Times change. Even with all technology, travel is controlled by forces greater than us.
The module had begun to lose power. Several tries to rescue the engines before impact, cone and go.
“No, it’s got to work” the sole person struggles but sees the crash.
A split second away, the engine roars to life. It doesn’t do anything to help. With contact lost between the others, the pilot hopes against hope.
His craft splashes into the sea. Demons hissing on outside is all that remains. Barely conscious he looks up. Seeing what could be land, hopes rise.
The soft sides roll back in further in tide.
“Does anyone know I’m here”
Coloring Outside the Lines 