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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
i wasn’t sure what you meant, if you just wanted to go to the diner, get high, get lost in the woods, run away for a while, or really get out of here. So, i took you literally. i built a cardboard spaceship and brought it over later that night, along with two large glass fish bowls. You laughed when i told you it was a spaceship. So i borrowed your marker and wrote SPACESHIP on it so there wouldn’t be anymore confusion, or laughing. I’d worked hard on it. You wanted to know what the fish bowls were for. I told you they were so we could breathe in outer space. You were trying really hard not to laugh again, and your efforts made me smile.
You decided to play along, “and the destination?”
“You decide. This is your holiday.”
the moon. It was closest after all. “Saturn’s too far,” you said.
i agreed, and asked you to come outside so we could get going.
“Wait,” you said, “if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right.”
While you were rummaging through things in the other room I looked at the fishbowl in my hand and the spaceship out on your lawn and wondered what i was missing. You came back with an afghan and a small box filled with picnic foods and a bottle of cheap red wine. It was a great idea. i didn't tell you that i don't drink wine.
We got in the cardboard spaceship, put on our fishbowls and slowly rose off the ground. Your face was full of surprise when it happened. i’ll never forget it. we felt like children. It took a while to warm up, but before long we were out of earth’s orbit, and in the black.
You found a smooth patch of moon and spread out the afghan as i trailed behind you with the box of food. We used the American flag to pin down the ship. I tore a tiny sqaure of red stripe from it to give you when we got back. everyone likes souveniers. It was a fine picnic. It’s impossible to be unhappy on the moon. We ate our food and watched the silent gray moonbirds float past us. We left crumbs for the lazy blue moon ants. One of those NASA moon collector contraptions crawled by and we carefully fed it graham crackers without leaving our fingerprints on it.
we were both so quiet happy. i never would have thought to have a picnic on the moon, but i'm sure glad you did.
On the way back you said that if you knew we were really flying to the moon you might have brought your camera.
“It’s alright,” i said, “no one would ever believe you anyway.”
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