Spring Chill

The president of the science fiction club I belong to asked me to write a sci-fi story, so I gritted my teeth and picked up my pen to write one for the first time... I finished it and am posting it here for fun. The story is so clichéd, so clichéd, so clichéd. Doesn’t it feel familiar? I remember reading something in Science Fiction World, or some other magazine, about a woman who went into space for research while her boyfriend chose to clone himself and wait for her. When she returned, she discovered the truth: the man she loved had died, and the copy wasn’t the real thing. In the end, she chose to leave Earth again and return to space. I was deeply moved when I read it, and I’d always wondered about the man’s story. Then suddenly I was asked to write something, and I couldn’t think of any other plot. So I wrote this... (silence...) Although it’s science fiction, it doesn’t feel sci-fi at all (I doubt it even counts as soft sci-fi. Is it fake sci-fi?). Please bear with it. I’m simply incapable of writing anything with profound, rigorous scientific knowledge... (Though I like reading it, I understand less than thirty percent of it, let alone writing it. It would be full of holes and make people laugh at me, so I might as well not write it...) Well, that’s that! I’m done rambling! Theme: