Flash Fiction: Family Treasure

Ez took the spanner her daughter handed her. “She wasn’t the first of her kind. Or unique: They made a million of them.”

She opened the panel. “But your grandpa loved her, cantankerous hyperdrive and all. And that’s why she’s special: the last ship of her kind.”

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