A thousand galaxies, I spin off into the ever-expanding Universe.
The past gone, future unfurled: recklessly it tumbles.
A dark star.
Pallid hands, empty of even the tiniest drop.
Alone and side-by-side around the dark star,
We grow smaller as the Universe bloats
Speck to tinier speck.
A hand nudges mine
Nods and smiles hope.
My other hand reaches to the one beside me.
A wave of brilliant light connects one to the other.
We remember there is power in numbers.
Liz Husebye Hartmann (100 words—10/27/2016)
Prompt: You are suddenly granted a superpower. In 100 words or less tell me what it is, and how you got it.