Wandering Star
I killed the crew of the Wandering Star, humanity’s last hope.
A desperate mission to find a new home. The ship crashed into this lonesome planet of obsidian.
Maybe I’ve lost my mind. But I heard a voice calling me here. A soft whisper in the dark. They called me insane, said I’d gone AWOL. Tried to lock me up.
I wandered the surface, guided by the whisper, until I stood in its shadow, a great five-pointed upside-down black star floating high above.
I wept when I realized why I’d been led here. The leviathan declaring the end of humanity.
From Guest Contributor Rick Ansell Pearson
Rick lives and works in central Mexico. His fiction can be found forthcoming in Year Five: Dark Moments and Patreons, published by Black Hare Press.