A pile of dust on Tim’s desk. To make you feel at home!
It looked like he could jump over the wall. Aww. Too heavy?
Puffing through the corridors. So many kids.
How’s the weather up there, slenderman?
After school he went in the pool. Mum floated, rubbing her joints. ‘I know it’s hard now, Tim. We’ll all adjust. Don’t you like that sky? Listen to those birds.’
Go back to Mars. He lay in bed missing the colony, watching the shuttles at night.