Scorch Marks (Luna, Part Twenty)
Meanwhile, in a small suburban garden in southern England, two middle aged parents were busy discussing some strange marks in the middle of their lawn.
“I was sure I heard the sound of jet engines in the middle of the night.” said Mother.
“It was Luna’s ship, I’m sure of it! What else could those scorch marks be?” replied Father.
“So, she must have made it safely to the moon and back!”
“But why didn’t she stay and tell us all about it?”
“We may never know, dearest. But wherever she is now, I feel sure she is having lots of fun!”
See the entire story here:
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Scorch Marks (Luna, Part Twenty)
Meanwhile, in a small suburban garden in southern England, two middle aged parents were busy discussing some strange marks in the middle of their lawn.
“I was sure I heard the sound of jet engines in the middle of the night.” said Mother.
“It was Luna’s ship, I’m sure of it! What else could those scorch marks be?” replied Father.
“So, she must have made it safely to the moon and back!”
“But why didn’t she stay and tell us all about it?”
“We may never know, dearest. But wherever she is now, I feel sure she is having lots of fun!”
See the entire story here:
neural-narrative.blogspot.com/p/luna.html