The Sunday Photo Fiction challenge for March 12th 2017— 200 words inspired by this image–
Copyright 2017 Douglas Daniel
“It’s all old junk,” Clark said. “The museum stores it here.”
I saw shapes in the darkness— a LEM mockup, dead animatronic dinosaurs, empty helium cylinders, a spacesuit.
“They have to keep the exhibits fresh,” Clark said. “Kids like flash and bang. Their parents want to see something new, or they won’t spring for a membership.”
“That’s a real spacesuit,” I said.
Clark looked. “Yeah– we got a couple of those surplus. Time for lunch.”
“Can I stay for a second?” I asked.
“Okay– just don’t mess with anything.”
He left. I stepped closer to the suit. Now or never.
The suit was on a standing rack. I unzipped the main closure. I wriggled my feet and butt inside, then angled my head into the helmet. I slipped my arms into the sleeves. I closed the zipper.
The inside of the suit smelled like a locker-room in need of disinfectant. No matter.
I waited. For a moment I thought I had miscalculated.
My stomach lurched. I floated in blackness. I spun; stars and then Saturn came into view. I looked down on the rings from about nine hundred thousand kilometers.
“Agent Fifteen-Q-zed,” I called. “Ready for retrieval.”