Shades of Blue
Shana stared glassy-eyed at the bottom of the bunk above hers. Memories held at bay by rho swirled toward the surface as the drug’s effects waned. Tragic images quickened her pulse. She roused herself off the bunk, noted the one above was empty, and gazed out the cabin’s porthole. She should dress, eat, report for duty. None of those necessities challenged the memories streaming through her mind or outweighed her need to forget. Shana turned from the starry view toward her footlocker, pulled the hidden drug kit from the false bottom, and injected. One more day then she’d quit.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: 100-word stories
photo prompt: Ioniangraphics