“Can you get your harness fastened?”
“I’m not sure. I think the buckle is broken.”
“Broken? How can that be? The government paid over $100,000 for that buckle. it is Titanium for heaven’s sake.”
“Well, smarty pants why don’t you come down here and try to get it to work?”
“You know I can’t do that. You have been hermetically sealed in the capsule and we can’t open it. It would render the atmosphere non-sterile.”
“So what are we to do then?”
“Let me check with control and get back to you.”
“Okay. How long till liftoff?”
“Thirty minutes. Plenty of time.”
“I’ll wait for your return.”
“Ha ha ha. I’m not ging anywhere I’m calling them. Hello, control. We have a situation. Marie’s harness won’t fasten. Uh huh, yup, affirmative. Thanks.”
“Control doesn’t want to delay the launch.”
“I can certainly understand that. So what do we do?”
“Are you sure you can’t get the harness buckled.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Joey here even tried.”
“Okay then here’s what control recommends. See that yellow bar just above you and to your left?”
“Yes, I see it.”
“And the one above you straight ahead?”
“Roger that one too.”
“When liftoff comes you are to grab that yellow bar to the left and the one straight ahead and hold on.”
“Wait a minute. You mean I’m going off in space holding on to a couple of bars like a monkey?”
“Looks that way.”
“Tell control there is no way.”
“I’m afraid it is the only way.”
“Then I quit.”
“You can’t quit.”
“We have a contract that says you are going into space.”
“Without a harness?”
“The contract doesn’t stipulate how. I wish you God’s speed and a fabulous mission.”
“Sorry module one. Communications must cease until liftoff. Aloha.”
My effort was:
You may think you are comfy in this crampèd little space,
But tilt your head a little, and you’ll see a different place.
In fact there’s a photographer now picturing my face.
Look a little harder, dear, I think that you will find
That what you think of as above is actually behind;
And all the things you think you see are only in your mind.
I’m telling you that isn’t so, you brainless little twerp.
This is no madness trying my composure to usurp.
Just use your ears and listen, you will hear a birdie chirp!
Some things I have to tell you, Ma’am, some facts that you should know:
The Earth that you adore so much is many miles below,
And what you see above your head is just a picture show.
Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough. It’s time for you to waken.
You have to face up to the truth, although your faith be shaken.
Unless, of course, you have some more of those pills you’ve just taken!
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.