Sunday Photo Fiction 8-20-2017

209 08 August 20th 2017

 

“You know,” Astronaut Bob said, “I never realized everything in space is held up by strings.”

“Fishing line, actually.”

Bob paid him no attention. “So our ship is being held up by string?.”

“Yep.”

“What happens when the string breaks?”

Astronaut Joe looked pityingly at him. “We go home. Fast. Burn up in re-entry.”

“Oh….why didn’t this get mentioned before?”

“Are you crazy? They wouldn’t get anybody to sign up if they told the truth. I mean, would you be here?”

“Not a chance.”

“My point exactly.”

They both stood in silence for a few moments, staring out the window into space.

“Never knew space was quite so crowded either.”

Joe shrugged.

“So that bug looking one…..”

“Ant World.”

“What? There is a world where ants are as smart as men?”

“Just better builders.”

Bob scratched his head.  “Wow, there’s a whole lot about space I didn’t know.”

“You betcha.”

More silence.

“So what do we do now?”

“Wait for re-”

A loud sound interrupted Joe and Bob sat straight up in bed, eyes wide, heart pounding.

“Ten hours to liftoff, Bob,” the intercom blared.

Liftoff?

But Joe was dead, burned up on reentry last March…….

Oh, shit!