This week’s word is ‘age’. A very Happy Birthday to Tara R aka thinspiralnotebook.
It had been an age since he’d left the colony. His criminal past was behind him, short-lived as it was. He had never been a good criminal. He hated stealing, hated dishonesty. It was one loan. One bad mistake and a ton of debtors were after him forever. They’d raised the interest eight-fold already.
A stolen ship and several months later and he was a refugee on a semi-barren planet, eating rations in a tent from a metal container. He dared not go outside until the storm passed by. It had raged outside his makeshift home for a week now.