CLANK!

Paddy looked to his right after nearly dropping a thousand dollar NASA issued screwdriver. With only a 15 feet tether, there wouldn’t be any recovery mission for lost tools.

What was that?

Just past Sagitarius’ arrow was what looked like a bullet in the crossbeam of the solar sail he was sent out to repair. His face turned white as he stared in fear.

Inside the shuttle Commander Ayers was monitoring Paddy’s vitals and noticed his pulse climbing.

“Paddy, everything OK? Over.”

Embedded in the crossbeam, 400 kilometers above the earth was his dead mother’s wedding ring.

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This was entered in Boing Boing’s 100 word fiction competition, I liked the idea so I think I’ll try to make it a regular feature at the Online Lab.