Georgia On My Mind

 The prompt this month for our story was an astronaut floating in space. This is the story I came up with:

 

 

“Come back inside, George!”

“No.”

“You have to come back in sometime.”

“Why should I?”

“Because you’ll die out there you crazy idget!” Charles screamed.

“Do you see this view?” George asked. He waved toward the moon. He didn’t wait for an answer. “I’d rather die out here, with that view, that back on Earth gasping for breath in some hospital.”

“You don’t know that you’re going to die when we go back home,” Abby pointed out. “The virus numbers are going down almost everywhere in the United States.”

“Almost everywhere,” George whispered.

Charles shrugged and turned toward Abby. “I don’t know what to do. We can try to reel him in but the crazy bastard might just cut the rope.” Abby gasped. “You don’t think he’d actually do that, do you?” Charles looked back out the window. “I think he might.

She and Charles both heard the automated voice indicate it was almost time to leave for home. “George, we have five minutes,” Charles said. “The odds are better against the virus than against outer space for goodness sakes!”

“Maybe for y’all,” George said as they watched him disconnect his hose. “But I’m from Georgia.”

We Have Won

I haven't written anything in so long, y'all. It says my last blog post was 2015! I saw a contest on a group in Facebook and thought, why not. I'm a little rusty, but I hope y'all like the story. We had to keep it under 200 words. The photo prompt was of a little mouse in a guy's shirt pocket. This is what I came up with:

“Can I come out now, Jed?”

Jed pushed his little friend back in his pocket, firmly but gently. “No, stay in there, Mickey.”

“But I wanna see what’s going on, Jed!” Mickey squeaked.

Jed looked around the room. “There’s nothing going on, Mickey.” He hung his head and whispered, “There hasn’t been anything going on for months.”

Mickey grew quiet as he watched a tear slide down Jed’s cheek. He knew the solitude had been getting to Jed. He’d heard him cry at night and watched him pace the floor during the day. And always, he had that radio on, listening, hoping. Waiting.

That night was no different. After sharing a meal of pork and beans with Mickey, Jed turned on the radio. He was still fiddling with the buttons when a noise outside caught his attention. Jed almost stepped on Mickey in his hurry to get to the door. 

He couldn’t believe is eyes. His neighbors were laughing and hugging each other. Over the noise, after the radio static broke, Jed heard, “You stayed inside alone so that now you may come outside together. Breathe deeply, my friends. It is safe.”

“We have won.”