Behind this helmet of polycarbonate,
each breath warms my face,
the condensation bubbles like droplets,
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

Beyond this helmet of polycarbonate,
blue earth cuts the purple of space,
I see more ocean than land
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

Before this helmet of polycarbonate,
early morning thunderstorms,
and a window view aside a cup of tea,
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

But for this helmet of polycarbonate,
I would plunge from orbit,
my life would slip by,
and then maybe
I would feel the rain.


“Teddy,” Linda demanded.

“What?” My half-packed suitcase lay open on the bed next to it my three year old, who kept trying to sneak her teddy bear inside its leather confines. “There’s no room, Linda. In my suitcase and on the ship.”


“We can’t put you in the spacecraft?”

“Why not?”

“Because then I’ll never see you again.”

Linda’s eyes widened. “No!”


The three year old preceded to think, “What about teddy?”

“You don’t want teddy to stay with you?”

“No. With you. So you remember me.”

“I don’t need a teddy bear to remember you.”

“So space remembers me!”

A chuckle escaped me and Linda knew she won.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Simply the Best.” – NASA is building a new Voyager spacecraft that will carry the best of modern human culture. What belongs onboard?

Mad Dash Escape

“I’ll tell you what you need and that’s a gun.”

An alarm went off, echoing throughout the residence hall corridor.

John turned towards his wife. She had a gun in one hand and an expression on her face he had never seen before now. It was a mix of shining pride and tentative fear.

“Why would I need a gun, Emily?”

“Well, see, the thing is,” she was picking phantom lint off her uniform. She only fake picked at things when she was about to deliver uncomfortable news. “I may have killed the Captain.”

There it was. John actually felt his jaw drop. “You may have?”

“Well, no, I most certainly did.”

As far as he knew, his wife had never killed a person but her hand was steady on the gun, an experienced hold. He tried to catch her eye and prayed it wouldn’t be the gaze of a stranger.

Emily sighed dramatically as if John’s caution was unfounded.  When she met his eye she at least had the decency to look abashed.  “Don’t you at least want to know why I killed her?”

Footsteps were coming down the hall, heavy and united – a squad looking for their target. Their target was his wife.

“Where would I find a gun?”

“We’ll probably have to disarm a guard.” She beckoned him to her side of the corridor with a two finger motion. He followed the order immediately. “It was for a good reason.”

John wanted to believe her and as they dipped into a nearby empty room he decided that he would believe, at least until they got out of this mess.

“They’ll be checking each room individually. Let’s hide behind the door.”

“This isn’t a movie, Emily.”

“Trust me, it’ll work.”

So they waited behind the door, his breath caught in his throat. They heard a nearby door open, then another, then their own. Like in the movies, the door swung open and concealed them. A single guard searched the room.

Emily jumped forward and onto the back of the guard in a single movement. The guard, caught off guard, stumbled backwards and onto John. It was easy to twist the arm and disarm the man, easier still to use the side of the gun to knock him unconscious.

“Let’s head to the escape pods.”

“We need a code –”

“A code I have, John, since I manage pod maintenance.”

They ran down the path that led to the lower decks. “Why is the ship still moving?”

“Auto-pilot. I doubt they want to alarm anyone.”

She went down the ladder, John followed. At the base the room was empty, for now.

“Why did you do it, Emily?” He needed to know before getting in the pod with her, before soaring straight to Earth. He’d either be traveling with a vigilante or a psychopath, but he needed to know which.

Her smile twisted then, eyes widened with lunacy. John stepped back in fear. “Because I wanted to and I could.”

Written for this weeks #FinishThatThought