Kim -tail-blazer-: Pining For

Lina called her home .

To watch for the light that loves her back.

“Good. I’m coming about for a pass. Look up.” Pining For Kim -Tail-Blazer-

Not to watch the stars.

Lina exhaled. Her hand moved before her mind caught up—tapping the ship-to-ship channel. Lina called her home

The comms crackled. “Aft-deck, you still awake?”

A pale blue ion streak, thinner than a thread of spun glass, arcing across the dark. Kim’s signature. The Tail-Blazer. Every pilot in the Scatterhaul Fleet flew by the book—safe trajectories, mapped routes, deference to the gravity wells. But Kim? Kim flew through them. She’d loop a comet’s corona for fun, skim a black hole’s accretion disc like a skipping stone, and leave behind that impossible, shimmering tail: a braid of rogue particles and audacity. I’m coming about for a pass

Lina’s heart hit her ribs. Kim’s voice—low, laughing, slightly frayed from G-force.