Counting Backwards
by Thomas O'Connell

Afterwards, alone in my room, I would try to recall the sensation. Lying motionless on my bed, wearing my swimming mask with its tart rubber smell, I would stare up into the light bulb and keep my eyes open until they dried, until the white bulb flattened, until I could see the astronauts falling.

Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living in the mountains of southwestern Virginia. His short fiction has appeared in Caketrain, Sleepingfish, and The Broken Plate as well as other print and online journals.

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