Drabbles are stories of exactly 100 words. I'll have a few of these to post during the NaNo month while I go crazy with other work!
He bent close, doing the embroidery on the collar and lapel. The computer could have done better, but it wouldn't have meant anything to the machine.
This meant something to Ogden.
"Hurry, old man!"
"Leave him be. He's the last now. Leave him alone."
Very much alone, the last born on Earth before the journey and the last to remember walking on any world. He couldn't be one of them, the generations born to the ship. They couldn't understand. Captain Hoglin had been the other one. They'd talked.
He finished a last little flower; a memory of home.