Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story about disposing of trash in space begins after the photo.
“Well, that’s the last of Earth’s refuse,” sighed Mitchell, as their freighter pulled away from the orbiting starship. “In a few hours it’ll fire rockets on its way to burn up in the sun.”
“You realize, we’re rich now?” commented his lovely co-pilot, Aubrey.
“Yep. After five years work, we’re heroes. I’m looking forward to book deals and speaking engagements.”
“I’ll start a line of fashion clothing,” smiled Aubrey.
“And they said shipping Earth’s radioactive waste would be dangerous.”
“Pshaw. As if!”
“We came out of this without a scratch.”
“Right, you are!” Her eye-stalk winked and she high-fived his tentacle.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields calls the legions of Fictioneers together to write up to 100 words from a photo prompt. All are invited to join this creative festival. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/26/27-december-2013/