Hurdle and burn

Spinning out of control, Blake gathered all his strength. How could this have happened again?! Sparks shot from the command console of his capsule. “Houston, we have a problem… Again.” “Roger, Eagle 10, you are clear for reentry.” Blake held the controls tight as the ship violently shook. Unbearable heat, he ripped his helmet off as the metal seared his scalp. This is what it must feel like to burn at the stake. He felt like he was in a haze and the air wreaked of sulphur. All the training. All the preperation. Wasted. What would they tell his family? How would he be remembered? What was the last thing he said to Anne?

Sweat poured off his brow, his hands slipped off the control stick. “Damn you, rotate!” Alone as he hurdled towards the earth he could see a glimpse of the ocean through the tiny window as flames entered the cockpit and spread up his legs.

The last thing he remembered seeing was a bright light.

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