The crew struggled, working endlessly to keep their great hulking mass of a ship sailing across the fabric of space without tearing apart.
Their destination orbited a minuscule point of light. Almost too far now with damaged engines.
Directly ahead hung a glittering planet of ice. They met it among the limits of its orbit, the distance protecting the ship from its swollen red star. Its solstice their saviour.
They sunk close to the icy surface before their velocity pulled them back out, the planet’s gravity well adding speed to their motion as they resumed course.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking point. Go where the prompt leads!
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