Shortage

[Diana.Daymarova]

Something big is about to happen. Impatience fills the atmosphere. The city of Denver is resting. Doors screech and a short person comes in. With a single look on her, you would realise how beautiful she is. No circles under the eyes. Long, loose hair, well combed. Not a frightfully thin body too. An abandoned letter is there, placed on the table. It reads:

"With happiness and love,
concern and fear too,
we grant you this gift,
we hope it will serve you."

At this point the author is obvious. Kathleen's heart jumps a bit. It is her birthday. Since now, the laws allow her not just to be in a possesion of a ship, but piloting it as well. She knows what the gift is. It's the moment she's been waiting for her entire life.

She hurries outside. It's cold, but she is warm. Sound of knocking on the hangar's door can be heard. It opens up. It was expected, but still a surprise. A magnificent,
dormant ship peeks out at her. The Eagle, civilian very heavy fighter. Her parents stand on the left. Father is holding mother in an embrace.

"Don't forget your papers." her mum says carefully.

She walks up to give them a loving hug, crying tears of hapiness.

Her dad whispers: "Whatever you do, be careful out there. There are bad ones too. Their intentions are to slit your neck."

"I will."

So much nostalgia is felt. The new interior of the ship smells good. Its shape is beyond likable, it is quite simmilar to the border worlds series. And the survivability hasn't been tested yet. Kathleen looks out of a bar window. The icy asteroids reflect sunlight into her face. She narrows her eyes.

"It was always this beautiful."

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