It would hold. She was sure of it.
Mattea forced herself to take three deep breaths. She
started going over her makeshift shelter, testing every joint and connection one more time while ignoring the bile-green color spreading over Evoris’s
sky.
Some had liked to say it was a miracle she had gotten into
the academy, let alone be chosen for one of the teams actually exploring the terran-like
worlds. Mattea herself might admit that her surviving the crash that killed the
rest of the crew could qualify as miraculous. But she had worked hard and
learned well. Those lessons and her determination made for a rock-solid
foundation, one she hoped was enough to ensure she’d built a shelter strong enough to make it through the
rapidly approaching storm.
Mattea was inside before the full fury of it hit. The
howling winds were unlike anything she’d ever heard before, but the shelter
held. She allowed herself to give into her drowsiness once the storm’s
cacophony died down.
She’d told herself she’d make it through the night. Tomorrow
morning she’d start comparing what she learned about Evoris in the academy to
what was really there. And what she could work with until a rescue ship came.
She hoped.
Song Choice: Have You Ever Seen the Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival
This flash fiction was created for the prompt given over at Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribbling prompt, Foundation.
By Rommy Cortez-Driks
