The astronaut stands at the bottom of the lunar mountain, his eyes fixed on his goal: the summit. He had sworn long ago that he would one day conquer this mountain, and today will be that day.
Thus begins the arduous climb. It may seem like it should be easy with the weaker gravity on the Moon, but no! The astronaut wears special boots to simulate the gravity of the Earth. His breath comes slow and heavy; he reminds himself of Darth Vader, except he is on the side of good. Good always triumphs.
A moon worm! It rises from the summit of the mountain, shrieking as the dust slides from its body like water. It writhes this way and that, blue eyes ablaze against its white skin. The worm snarls, displaying rows and rows of long jagged teeth.
The astronaut raises his sword and –
“Michael, it’s time for dinner!”
The small boy pushes the coliander back from his face with a sound of dismay.
“But, Mum! I need to climb the mountain!”
His mother, standing at the top of the stairs, puts her hands on her hips.
“Come on, now. It’ll still be there after dinner, I promise.”
“Okay…”
The harsh, towering mountain has defeated the astronaut once again, but there is always tomorrow.
No comments:
Post a Comment