Part 2: http://aroundgray.blogspot.ca/2013/05/no-373-no-372-part-2.html
A year went by.
The men at Station X had resigned themselves to the fact
that the light would never illuminate.
Then, on a stormy winter morning, it did.
Bradshaw leapt to hit the button, throwing his chair aside.
Mitchell intercepted him halfway there. “Don’t,” he said,
looking Bradshaw in the eyes.
“I have to,” said Bradshaw. “We can go home.” He strained
toward his target.
Mitchell held him fast, and repeated his plea. “Please don’t.”
Bradshaw’s struggles subsided. “The light is on,” he
protested in vain.
He reached for the button again.
Mitchell drew his pistol and pointed it at Bradshaw. “You
can’t.”
“What’s wrong with you? We’ll be here forever!” Bradshaw was
becoming frantic. “Why?”
Mitchell kept the weapon trained on his companion. “Because
I know what the button is for.”
The answer was too much for Bradshaw. He lunged forward, ignoring
the gun.
A single shot from inside the hut echoed across the
windswept landscape.
Mitchell sat alone inside the shelter. He did not press the
button.
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