Zero Gravity
«Do you have a place for me?», said her message. «I have A place for you», said my answer. On my way to the exchanger I thought that what we didn’t have was time. Her transport arrived at 11 and my ship was leaving five hours later, so the plan was to pass by at the space station. No time to get down to the planet, nor for the dance of intentions with which we delighted in the past. Writing on bold and in a few words, we have five hours and a screw pending.All we had to say each other had been...