The Four Hundred Year Old Orphan

She didn’t know how long she’d been here. She’d lost track of time. He’d fallen to Earth and left her hanging in the atmosphere, about to burn up unless someone gave her a helping hand.


Time stood still. With no sun to light her day nor no moon to light her night, she was stuck without a way forward. Oxygen was thin on the ground.

Time was running out for her. She knew she would have to go around again. The window of opportunity never opened at the right time and in the right place for the four hundred year old orphan.


About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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