One Item – Part Two

I looked down at my one item. It was the only personal item that I was allowed to bring with me. Nothing else in this giant spaceship belongs to me. Everything is stamped with ‘NASA’ or ‘Roscosmos’. Amazing that the US and Russia could work on anything, but depressing that in the face of global death they felt the need to keep the pissing contest going.

The state of world affairs grieved my heart. Maybe that was why I was leaving, taking this giant risk to save humanity. Maybe my life, death or sacrifice would catapult the human race into a better place. Continue reading “One Item – Part Two”

One Item – Part One

I’m alone.
It’s just me, my one item, and an 85 million dollar spaceship on a one-way trip. I hope that I will be able to return, but I realize that what I’m doing has a very small chance that I’ll succeed and make it back. The percentage was so small the administration simply said, “You’ll never come back.”

I’m alone.
It’s just me, my one item, and all the hopes and dreams of a dying planet. Continue reading “One Item – Part One”

The Failed Flash Mob

No one showed up.

Daniel had been planning this for months. He had choreographed the whole thing himself, and suddenly he was alone. He was standing in the town square alone. Not one person that said they would be there to take part in his flash mob showed. Continue reading “The Failed Flash Mob”

A Girl Without A Father

She longed for a present father. From deep with her soul, this longing came, and she wasn’t sure how long it had been there. Maybe it started when her biological father abandoned her for the drink, realizing that it was easy to slip into a bottle than into the role of a little girl’s daddy. It could have started with her mother’s string of lovers, when they displayed contempt for the little girl as she gingerly poked them in the morning, asking, “Can you get me some milk?” Continue reading “A Girl Without A Father”