We’d made the campfire, had something to eat, swapped yarns: the whole thing was quite festive.
The fire was dying down, so we lay down and looked up at the night sky, continuing our discussion about how Earth-like the planet was, complete with the rock shaped by wind and water. The night-sky was both familiar and unfamiliar – we could still make out the Milky Way, but none of our familiar constellations.
As wreckage from our spaceship made shooting stars, two questions were in everyone’s minds: How were we going to get home? Did we want to?
© David Jesson, 2017 (100 words)