In December, I started participating in Shenandoah Valley Writers' Weekly Flash Fiction Contest.
The first round was a 100 word story that started with "On Friday, everything changed".
This was my entry:
On Friday, everything changed. Its no exaggeration when you are referring to the emotions of an interplanetary civilization with 150 billion inhabitants. On Thursday (Sol standard date), those 150 billion had unparallelled hope. The Institute had given them a promise. They claimed all tests indicated it would work. A new era, poised to begin.
On Friday, the test vessel failed. It wasn’t the first time a colony had undergone explosive decompression. Previous orbital colony failures had resulted in more casualties. It wasn’t the failure of the colony. It was the vessel. Humanity now had to accept faster-than-light travel was impossible.