Aliens in Windsor
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No, I won’t. That’s BS, thought Jasmin. NASA had said maybe with ae kind of plastic prosthetic, she could serve on the International Space Station. But really, a cripple in space? When there were hundreds of other candidates. Forget it, Jasmin. Total BS.
Still at least things were okay between her and May. A unique photo of Italy from space? She would need to take a look later.
Her phone jigged again. She strode back into the darkened office to her workstation where a bright alert was flashing insistently on her screen.
Her fingers tapped commands. She fine-tuned the sensor arrays to zoom in on the signal.
“It’s …” she whispered, then her voice rose to fever pitch. “We’ve got ourselves a visitor!”
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Sally Ann Melia
Sally Ann Melia
writes Science Fiction and interviews Science Fiction authors and artists. She lives in Farnham on the edge of the Surrey Hills with her husband and two daughters.