Writing Club Nov. 19, 2013
Prompt: Write about the photo- An astronaut sitting on a bench at a bus stop with a parking garage
behind.
I guess when
there’s nothing left to do, you find yourself sitting on a park bench waiting
for a bus to pull up and take you home, never mind that you’re stuck in a 300
lb. astronaut suit on main street Mars.
I came to find myself in this position when
the ship left without me. I guess that
was their plan all along. Who wants an
incessant snorer on a 3 month trip in close quarters?
All that was
left was freeze-dried decaff and Tony can’t fly the ship without his morning
cup of joe. So they sent the new
guy. And like a fool, I headed down the
gang plank and into Lunar Lundy’s for 4 espressos to go. No sooner was I out and they sealed the
hatches behind me and lit up the rockets.
Good thing I had
my moon boots on to absorb my less than stellar landing. So here I am on Delta Five outpost until I
can grab the next intergalactic solar bus home.
It’s been three hours since my com went down and this E.T. doesn’t even
have a quarter to call home. Guess I
wait for my ship to come in…
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