The clean up crew. #FlashFiction

His good eye opened and followed me around the room as i disinfected the air.

“I’m not contagious anymore, you can untie me.” I ignored him and adjusted my face mask, his weeping scabs spoke more truth than he did.

“You’re going on a trip,” I said, as i tightened his constraints.

I cycled through the airlock, hit the PURGE button and watched, as another friend circled into the sun.



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