Dear Smoke Detector,
The deafening roar of jet engines pierced Anwar’s ears like needles as he searched the tarmac for Hangar B-15. After a half-mile scanning, he spotted the bolded letters stenciled onto a yellow sign.
Through the expansively hungry void of the solar system, a space shuttle carrying astronauts from Earth to the planet Mars would seem like little more than a pencil thrown across a room…
