sorrydontsuitme: (sweet and contemplative)
James Ford ([personal profile] sorrydontsuitme) wrote2009-06-16 06:17 pm

March 2, 2074

The shuttle ain't full, but there are other people on it. Who the hell knows where they all started? Mars? Some moon near Jupiter? Another asteroid?

When he was little -- like when he moved from Jasper to Knoxville -- he used to play this game in the car, mostly 'cause he was the only kid and his grandparents didn't have a whole lot of patience for car games like his mama used to have. He'd look at the other people in the cars and trucks and buses goin' by and think to himself where they might have come from and where they were goin'. It's a game he's tempted to play now, only in a more adult way.

It's only a half hour to Aphrodite, so that don't give 'em a hell of a lot of time for games. But as him and Freckles settle in their shuttle seats and that moment of damn, I remember what happened last time me and her were on any type of plane together passes, he turns to her and speaks so quietly it could be the most confidential statement in the world. Nodding toward a mismatched couple -- guy looks about fifteen years younger than the lady he's with -- he raises an eyebrow. "Wonder what their story is."

Resident Asteroid Travel Expert might or might not nibble and play along, but even if she don't, he can still wonder.

Flight attendants will be making a final check before departure. Please make sure your items are properly stowed and your seatbelts securely fastened.

Aw, hell, ain't no cause for nerves at all. It's just another damn plane ride.

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