It’s Just the Moon
By Pete Schulte
They
were traveling back to earth in their shuttle, the Lunastrata. They had no
passengers, only cargo. Tourist travel to the moon had dried up thanks to the
opening of Mars. Moon novelty had worn off months ago. After the taking in the
view and doing some shopping, there really wasn’t much to do up there. So they
were coming home, for the last time, or at least until they could catch on with
a Mars shuttle. One pilot didn’t mind so much. For the other though, it was
devastating. You see, he loved the pilot sitting next to him. He loved their
time on the moon, so far away from the headaches back on earth. Oh to be on the
moon again, he thought, in their little room with a view of deep space, a
billion stars shimmering, shooting stars they could almost reach out and catch.
Pilot
Colten Rahway was married. Well, sort of. His wife Debbie left him after ’Seeing
the Light.’ This was the new thing to do on earth. If you wanted permanent
happiness, all you had to do was go into a room and stare at this special light
for 30 minutes. That was it. Permanent happiness. Everyone was doing it. Which
was fine for Debbie, but she said to Colten, “How can I be married to you or
anyone else when I’m now married to the universe?” The entire universe. How could he compete
with that? So Debbie left him and everything else in her life. She was off
painting the world with other happy people, painting one another or some other
kind of hippy shit. Colten didn’t even know if he had a home to return to.
These blissed out people just left everything behind.
Pilot
Sarah Jackson was also married, happily enough except for the moon affair with
Colten. She had a husband named Steve and two small children. Pilot Sarah
Jackson thought, “We’re only halfway home. I’m going to give this pilot next to
me the best backseat sex of his life, if only he’d knock off the sad sack
routine.” Pilot Sarah Jackson did not tolerate melancholy. She was upbeat and
excited about returning home.
“I
wish we could turn around and go back,” said Colten.
“Are
you kidding me?” replied Sarah. “There’s nothing left up there but some mining.
It’s over for the moon.”
“But
we had each other,” he said. “I guess that’s what I’ll really miss.”
“Remember
what I told you, and what we agreed upon? When this is over, we’re over. You
got it? I have babies at home. I have a husband.”
“But
I love you,” said Colten. “I didn't want to love you but I was lonely. I wanted your companionship and yes, your sex. But here I am in the middle of outer
space and I love you so much. You’re my kitten.”
“Look,”
she replied, “if things were different. If things were different, but they’re
not. They’re not different. There are certain facts about this life. We talked
about this and you said you understood.”
“I
know. I know.”
Sarah
held his hand and then leaned over and kissed him. Then she took him into what
constituted the backseat and rocked his world, or whatever world or in between
world they were currently in. Afterwards, their bodies spent but still
intertwined, Colten harkened back to the moon. Always back to the moon. “I love
this view of the moon,” he’d said to Sarah after one of their couplings, she
face down on the bed.
“What
are you talking about?” she’d replied. “It’s just dull gray with ragged edges.”
“I
was talking about your ass.”
“Oh,
that’s funny,” she’d replied, but didn't laugh at all.
Colten
considered that Debby always laughed at his jokes even when they weren't all that funny. But Debby left him. So Sarah never laughed. Perhaps he should be
with someone more serious-minded? Sarah looked over at Colten, as if reading
his mind. “You know, when I get home I’m going to See the Light. We all
are, Steve and the kids.”
“No,”
said Colten. “That’s awful. Don’t do it.”
“Why
not?” she replied. “Don’t you want to be permanently happy? There are no side
effects. There’s no downside.”
“I
don’t trust it.”
“Come
on, Colten. Just see the light. Then you wouldn’t be such a grumpy grump and a
sippy sap.”
“I’m
not a grumpy grump. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I mean, look at us. We’re
stark naked in outer space. We just had cosmic sex. Nothing touches us.”
“It
will,” she said, “when we get home.”
“I
think though, when I get extremely happy I get careless, I make mistakes. As a
pilot, you can’t make mistakes. You know that.”
“But
I think,” said Sarah, “that if you’re both competent and confident you won’t
make mistakes. And if I can be happy all the while…”
“It’s
too good to be true.”
“Grumpy
grump,” said Sarah.
After
they landed safely at the space port in Denver, Colten was ready for his famous
final scene with Sarah, his big good-bye, their last soft kiss. Then he saw big
Steve and the kids bounding up the shuttle, their faces beaming, their arms
extended, awaiting hugs from their mother, Pilot Sarah Jackson. All Colten
could manage was a faint wave, which she returned, more faintly then his own.
Colten
drove back to his home but somebody else was living there. He tried asking
about Debby but the person at the door was making no sense at all. They sure
were happy though. Colten was certain that they’d seen the light. He
ended up checking into a hotel where he’d stay a few days to gather his
thoughts, to plan his next move.
In
the daylight hours he found a park that he liked, where he walked for miles and
sat in the sun. He thought about Sarah and the domestic life she so easily
returned to. He had nothing but a memory of her and that had to be enough. “When
this is, we’re over,” she’d said to him and meant it. Colten turned his gaze to
the mountains. He didn’t expect it but there it was, the moon. It was full and
steady and hung high above the broad peaks. He gazed at it and couldn’t remove
his eyes. He was entranced. How many times had be been to the moon? Yet still
entranced. Another walker ambled up and took notice of Colten‘s fixation. “Hey,
buddy, what are you lookin’ at? It’s just the moon.”
Colten
snapped out of his reverie and regarded the man before him. “Yeah,” he said
with a shrug, “it’s just the moon.”
The
end.
**Coming
soon…Colten goes to Mars.
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