After the first story on this week's Microcosms, I thought it would be fun to see if I could write four independent stories that could also be strung together to become something bigger. Here is #3 this week.
Space Launch Complex
“Do I have to call you Captain here?”
“No, you just call me Mom.”
Darla’s knees hurt against the steel grid of the launch pad flooring. Her flight suit wasn’t made for saying good bye to five year olds. She stood back up and gave her husband a final kiss in the cheek. They’d said their goodbyes last night.
Her daughter pointed at the thunderhead forming in the distance.
“If it storms, can you still stay with me and Dad?”
Darla bent and kissed her on the head one final time. It would need to last her a whole year.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to beat the rain.”