Drabble Series: Distant

An old and weathered bit of metal goes on its ceaseless course, a silent hearse lost in the endless night of space. Still, the stars outside its window have hardly changed, moved but an inch. No living eye is left to notice, though dead eyes gaze out eternally upon the depthless wastes. No new breath obscures the glass. What vapor was left left long ago. A little scrawl, known by none but him—invisible smudges against the glass. Somewhere, a life raft a coffin, this unremarked funeral sallies forth into the vast collection of stars, one among an uncountable host.