i'll take her to the moon for you.

or, more honestly,

i'm

going

to

try

“Take her to the moon for me, okay?” Spike asked while slurping cold ramen off chopsticks.

“Man, Spike, why don’t you take her yourself?”

“I would…was going to… but-“

Spike stirred his cold noodles and stared into the chipped bowl. His friend, more accurately, partner in crime stood behind him and scratched at the crotch of his spacesuit waiting for Spike to finish his answer.

“You just couldn’t man up and do it yourself, huh.” said Roscoe.

“Yeah, but…” protested Spike feebly.

“Yeah but, yeah but. Yeahbuts live in the woods man…or at least they used to. Rosco looked out the space station portal down at Earth as if he could see any Yeahbuts hopping through the woods.

“Listen dude, you just don’t know how hard it is, I can’t seem to live with her and heck if I can’t live without her. She’s so messy and never shuts up, something has to change.” Spike threw his chopsticks on the table and lowered his bubble helmet solar visor.

“You know that old commercial slogan, man” Roscoe reminded, ‘JUST DO IT’. “

“Yeah, easy for you to say, you didn’t have to live with her, you don’t have a dog in this fight. So don’t give me that crap.”

“Look man” Roscoe tried to wipe at his nose but his helmet prevented him, “This was your problem to begin with. You were advised by the agency not to bring her along. And besides, my freight weights are checked very closely, one ounce over my limit and I’m dry docked until the next Earth launch. I can’t make any money that way.”

“Ok, ok, Roscoe, I can’t take her constant chatter anymore, I’ll pay you a thousand credits to haul her to the moon this cycle. Just drop her off there, someone else is sure to take her in.”

A small meteor the size of a wheel of Swiss cheese streaked past the space station. The two men didn’t speak for a few minutes, silently weighing their choices. Roscoe craned his neck in a circle and scrunched his lips together, trying not to voice his decision. Spike turned and faced his roguish friend wearing a basset hound expression. Roscoe couldn’t hold his answer any longer.

“Man, you beat all. You DO remember I was the one that brought you two together, right?” Spike nodded his head and tried to wipe his eyes, but the bubble helmet prevented him and a tear dropped deep down into the cavity of his spacesuit.

“Ok Spike, you’re definitely going to owe me man. Bring her to the dock in an hour and I’ll hide her in cargo. And if I get audited at the moon base, I’m rattin’ you out man. Believe it!”

“Sure, no problem Roscoe. We’ll be there in an hour. Thanks, thanks a lot buddy.”

“Dang straight you will, man.”

The two spacemen went their separate ways in the station’s gravity tunnels. A small coronal ejection from the sun spit at the slowly twirling spaceport. An hour later Spike entered the cargo hold of Rosco’s ship.

“Now remember, she likes crackers and if along the way you could maybe talk with her a little, softly, you know, give her some love?”

Roscoe grabbed the covered cage out of his friends hand.

“Gimme that dang parrot man.”

“Her name is Lucille.” Spike admonished.

“Just gimme that yakking bird, man.”

#flashfiction #sci-fi #humor #spacemen #spacestation #williamcalkins

When momma dies

dress her in antique silk

gift me the ability

to build a space craft

built out of

aged oak trees

filled with black roses,

send her to the moon for me!

so she will forever look down on me

I’ll spend the rest of my life

looking up to a women that put it all aside for me,

she deserved the moon

surrounded by starlight for putting up

with me

unconditionally...

God I know we don't talk much or at all really. I've tried, you know I have but it's hard to belive in you when the bad outweigh the good. Mom's sick, she has been for a while but you know that don't you. Doctor's don't have anything good to say about her condition...any day now they say. I know you think I'm finally coming to you for a miracle or something but I'm not. I know she's been hurting for a while and although I want to be so selfish...i really do. I want to make a deal or bargain with you know who but I know that's wrong and my mom deserves peace so I have a favor to ask you. Take her to the moon, okay? So the world can see how bright and full of life she really was..