It’s great to be back with the Friday Fictioneers after a brief hiatus. I look forward to reading as many stories as I can. Thank you, Doug, for the gorgeous photo for inspiration and to Rochelle for her generous time.
I’m not sure what this is. I hope you enjoy it.
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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Intergalactic (100 words)
When my mother tells me, as she often does, “Timmy, you got your head in the clouds,” I always thought it a compliment. What better way to pass the time than in billowy, floating cream puffs? When I am older I will fly amongst their glittery, vaporous masses with the seagulls, airplanes, and satellites.
“Drink your juice,” she taps my glass.
When she says, “I’m beside myself with excitement, literally,” I want to laugh. Who talks like this? My mother makes no sense.
Moments before launching into intergalactic space, I understand, my earth self gazing up at me, wishing me well.