I worked on a starship freighter, often feeling alone.
Another woman began working on the same shift. Her name was Brigid and we quickly became friends and often hit the bar after work ended. One night we kissed and shared a bunk together. All was good, but suddenly she announced she’d been offered another position that paid more money. And then she was gone, and I was alone again.
To my surprise, one day she reappeared.
“I thought you were working on another ship.”
“It wasn’t the same without you Emma.” she replied taking my hands and kissing me.
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt romance provided by Carrot Ranch’s November 21 Flash Fiction Challenge.
©2019 Joanne Fisher