Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game!
There he tosses the beans in a pot, opens an overhead compartment and takes out an MRE. It's doesn't taste too bad with the beans mixed in. Steve had worse during the war. He puts the food beside the keyboard and writes his daily report.
No threat from space, he writes, and then touches the dog tags around his neck. They are not his but belong to an old friend who is long dead.
from: (working title) Moon Stuff, Steve/Bucky.
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