little hannah the astronaut. she lives by the sea. she trains anemones and tortoises to collect glossy sea shells, the glossy ones are the best ones to use for rocket fuel. she grinds them up in a big red compactor, funnels it into her pint sized rocket. soon she’ll have enough to set a trajectory to mars, or a worm hole, or find out what happens in a black hole. soon she’ll have enough to see the earth as a pin head, the sun as a blazing bumble bee. sea shells are small and grumble up into even smaller dust, it takes a lot to turn into rocket fuel. she wonders if her shelled friends could make the process a little quicker by giving up their homes. they’re only slowing them down, she reasons, they’re only keeping her grounded longer.
It’s on my header and named fiction.. which seems like an odd choice given that the first thing I posted under it is a play based on real life between my best friend and I, but hey I think we all use our lives and relationships as inspiration so I feel okay about it. Continue reading