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.