Symphony for the DeafC.M. Rose
A heavy coating of dust obscured the neon lights dancing up and down on the monitor. Lenair stifled a cough as she attempted to clear her throat before forcing a bit of spittle out onto her thumb. She brushed it across the thick plastic, trying to remove the dust. It didn’t clean as much as it smudged, but she could better make out the readings: All Within Tolerances.
She puffed out her cheeks and released a sigh as heavy as the ship itself, wiped her thumb on her trousers and the back of her palm across her sweat-laden brow. It had been a long day. Too long, like too many before it. The weight of all her world rested on her aching shoulders. It seemed to be more than she could bear. But it wasn’t, she reminded herself. This day and a thousand more like it,
