by Rigel Ailur
Published by Bluetrix Books, Smashwords Edition
© 2011 by the author
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All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Treus recited the mantra under her breath as she stood at the window—a transparent wall, actually—and gazed down at the world she was about to leave. Normally a fairly crowded area of the space station, the lounge was empty save for her due to the early hour.
I can do this. I can do this. . .
Had anyone told her the sight of the blue- and white-swirled planet would be inspiring a panic attack at this moment, Treus would never have believed them. At forty-two, she was no freshly-molted fledgling about to take her first flight. She'd already been out of the nest. She'd spent nearly half her life on the cities that orbited Mimion, and she'd even been to the colonies—human and Shtawlky—on the moon and beyond as well.