Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

Deepest Reaches I Troki cocked his head backwards and downed the rest of his beer. Once the last drop touched his lips, he threw it into the darkest corner of the tiny spaceship. The aluminium can bounced badly along the metal floor and lodged itself in a small niche in the wall. Troki breathed a deep sigh and smiled. Another day in this universe and all the luxuries it afforded…if he played his cards right. He shook his head of that dream, knowing too well if he lingered too long, he would get nothing done. https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/