The rumbling stopped. The ground ceased to quake. The blaze slowed and flickered out with a sputter. While the cloud of fumes from the Saturn V rocket cleared, two masked figures stood beneath the behemoth bickering.
“What do you mean, it’s over the top?” He normally would have stroked his chin and tugged on his greying beard at this point, but things being as they are these days, his hand slid the gold-coated visor of his standard issued EMU up instead. She’d blow a gasket if she knew what it had cost even with a deep discount.
“When I said we should think about getting as far away from home as possible, I had more of a small cabin in the woods in mind.” She shook her head. Actually, it was more of an attempt at shaking as the bubble screwed to her suit was somewhat restricting.
“How was I to know?” The man threw up his arms,
as much as he could, anyway. “For forty years you’ve been saying as long as we’re together, you’d follow me to the moon and back. Well, this is your chance! Or are you chicken?”
“Me? Chicken? I call shotgun!”
Stay safe my friends. May you find a way to smile during these crazy times.
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 
Very funny Donna dear. This is my Easter laugh—a great present.(So like a man to take things so literally!)
Rumbling, flickered, sputtered, blaze—super verbs! Happy Easter!— and thanks.
Love,
JF
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And a Happy Easter to you too, dear friend ❤
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I don’t understand. What do you mean edited and with lego?
This is great and clever but it’s just a starting point. You have to write closer to infinity and beyond!
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I hit the publish button before I added the photo. Did you get 1 or 2 in your email box? It probably would have been longer too, but my patience ran out 🙂
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Blast off! You have a fabulous husband to take you to such exotic places. Fun flash fiction, Donna – or flash non-fiction. Either way works!
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Thanks, Susanne ❤
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Wouldn’t we all love to go to the moon (or Mars) right now – with the right equipment of course. Still, even then, we’d be in isolation.
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Right. And no trees, birds, oceans, mountains…what a non-wonderful world it would be. Stay well, Lyn ❤
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Legos will save the world!
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Oh, for sure. Be well, Ellen 🙂
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