The word over at OneWord is "orbit." Sixty seconds. Here you go:
Orbit
His orbit was in a steady decay and there was no bailing
out. He’d have to ride it out, ride right through her atmosphere, praying that
his shielding remained intact. It was going to be a bumpy ride. Sweat beaded on
his brow. He took a bandana out of his back pocket to mop, she intercepted his
hand, squeezed and swiped the red swath of cloth.
“The contractions are like 10 minutes apart,” she said “Focus.”


1 comments:
lol birth, space travel, same dif...
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