[Original: Drabble] "To the Moon" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: To the Moon
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #10 ‘amateur’
Word Count: 294
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke has a telescope on the roof, and an impertinent question.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
To the Moon
“There’s been reports of a person on the roof, acting suspicious,” said Howell, leaning in the doorway that led back down into my apartment building.
I turned to smile at him, knowing with almost certainty that he’d talked to Mrs. Gustofferson in 3E, who was always convinced I was going to fall off the roof, despite the three-foot wall around it and the fact that I’d set up my telescope at least five feet from the edge.
I knew we hadn’t been called in to work, or Howell wouldn’t have come all the way up the stairs, he’d just have hollered at me from the ground, to get my ass in gear. So, I went back to adjusting my telescope as I heard him start across the roof toward me.
“What are we looking at?” Howell asked.
“Ah,” I said, eloquently.
I’d been looking at the waxing gibbous Moon, but I wasn’t sure my werewolf partner would enjoy that so much.
To my surprise, he gazed up at it, his expression brightening. “I’d always loved to look at the Moon, as a kid,” he said. “That was before anyone had set foot on it, mind you.”
“Did you still believe it was made of cheese?” I asked.
Howell snorted. “I’m not that old, rookie. But it is pretty amazing, the things we’ve learned about the universe, just in your lifetime, let alone mine. Almost makes me contemplate a change of careers.”
“You, sir?”
“I said ‘almost’.”
I nodded, and turned back to the telescope. “There is something I’ve been wondering, though, sir.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“If a werewolf walked on the Moon, would he always be in wolf form, or never be in wolf form?”
Howell snorted, but I was sure he was smiling.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #10 ‘amateur’
Word Count: 294
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke has a telescope on the roof, and an impertinent question.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
To the Moon
“There’s been reports of a person on the roof, acting suspicious,” said Howell, leaning in the doorway that led back down into my apartment building.
I turned to smile at him, knowing with almost certainty that he’d talked to Mrs. Gustofferson in 3E, who was always convinced I was going to fall off the roof, despite the three-foot wall around it and the fact that I’d set up my telescope at least five feet from the edge.
I knew we hadn’t been called in to work, or Howell wouldn’t have come all the way up the stairs, he’d just have hollered at me from the ground, to get my ass in gear. So, I went back to adjusting my telescope as I heard him start across the roof toward me.
“What are we looking at?” Howell asked.
“Ah,” I said, eloquently.
I’d been looking at the waxing gibbous Moon, but I wasn’t sure my werewolf partner would enjoy that so much.
To my surprise, he gazed up at it, his expression brightening. “I’d always loved to look at the Moon, as a kid,” he said. “That was before anyone had set foot on it, mind you.”
“Did you still believe it was made of cheese?” I asked.
Howell snorted. “I’m not that old, rookie. But it is pretty amazing, the things we’ve learned about the universe, just in your lifetime, let alone mine. Almost makes me contemplate a change of careers.”
“You, sir?”
“I said ‘almost’.”
I nodded, and turned back to the telescope. “There is something I’ve been wondering, though, sir.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“If a werewolf walked on the Moon, would he always be in wolf form, or never be in wolf form?”
Howell snorted, but I was sure he was smiling.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow