For Friday you have 500 words to write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, which includes the phrase “to the moon.”
Negotiations, which lasted several minutes, are finally over, and the roles have all been assigned. There was some debate about the realism of having two satellites, but all parties eventually agreed that it would be all right to sacrifice a little reality in the interest of moving ahead.
The one in the middle spins slowly on her own axis while the other two rotate and revolve around her. The heavenly bodies leave their orbits and bump into one another. They trade roles and start the twirling dance again. One reaches out and grabs my hand.
Our solar system expands and contracts, the planets chasing each other through the vast void of space that is our backyard. Giggles and shouts echo around us; no black holes here in which to lose them.
We are all dizzy, we cannot stay upright any more. As we collapse, I lean over and give a hug and a kiss to the Earth, to the moon, and to the other moon.