Tumblr's flashfictionfriday prompt #257: Count the days
Jeff has one shot at rescue. Word count 100.
He had to count the days.
Not with scratches made on the bulkhead, like some prisoner of old. He'd cover the walls before either rescue or death.
Still, he had to count the days.
From where he'd ended up, there was only one stab at rescue. One long odds, nigh impossible shot to tell his boys he was alive. To take it, he had to count the days.
No matter how depressing. No matter how he yearned. No matter how long it took.
So he could return to Earth and his family, Jeff found a way to count the days.