Rose’s hand stroked his cheek. “Ohhh, Penn. This well-fed English…

Bit of Luck
Penn’s footsteps echoed on the old boardwalk. The wake of a passing boat sloshed water over his memories, all along the canal. Years had passed since he’d been on Rigel 4 with Sharon.
She’d been one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Even that had passed on. A bit of luck in a long life.