I like flash fiction. It’s a challenge. This one wasn’t – and it’s a bit long.
With her stuffed bear pressed against the thick glass as a witness, the little girl watched the accident from the safety of the observation deck. The massive freightliner drifted slowly away from the station, taking an assortment of dock men and droids with it. The incident had taken only a few seconds to develop – a minor lapse in concentration having flowered into disaster. In the impact, one of the technicians had bitten his tongue, and as he held on to a cluster of pipes on the ship’s side of the docking platform, globules of crimson drifted out of his mouth as if he were blowing bubbles. As the ship and all its crew exhaled their last, the girl waved the bear’s hand in farewell.