The Menorah sat in a transparent box in a corner of the hold, with its own small oxygen supply and exhaust system. An open flame was a terrible hazard on a space ship, but an electric one wouldn’t do.
She closed her eyes, said the prayers, and lit the candle. She would have to calculate the burn trajectory and timing before going into suspended animation. The gauges said they were low on fuel and oxygen. But the little ship had come through for them before, and the message had to get through.
She had faith that it would be enough.

“Hanukkah menorah” by skpy is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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