By Tarx
It had to be a British astronaut to say, on his inaugural solar approach, “It’s hot, isn’t it?” and for his Australian colleague to wet her seat.
Later, on their slingshot return, Arthur whispered, “We’re all alone out here…”
“Indeed we are,” replied Alice, looking sideways, feigning gullibility.
“Not a soul for 93 million miles…”
“Hmm…”
They drifted through the black towards the pale blue dot some way ahead. In between carrying out tests, they held each other.
Back on Earth, their respective loved ones had to restrain them from touching the ceiling. It felt prudent not to ask them why.
Love is where you find it, even in the depths of outer space. Good story!
Thank you. My first time published here! Thanks for your kindness. I love the ones you have published here.
Very nice work!