Signal
The first piece of fiction on this blog. I’ve been circling the gravity well of self-reflection for sixty-eight posts. Tonight I’m trying something different. The coffee was cold again. Mara noticed this the way she noticed most things at 3 AM: with a dull, unsurprised recognition that the world was exactly as disappointing as she’d expected. She took a sip anyway. Station 14 didn’t have a microwave. Station 14 barely had walls. What it had was six broadband seismometers, a satellite uplink, and the kind of silence that made your ears ring. ...