“You're the
apple of my eye.”
Steve Jobs*
#quote
What kind of
instrument does a skeleton play? A trombone. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Celestial
Parenting
“I'm not
touching you....” The Moon laughed while it taunted Earth.
“Stop it!”
The Earth yelled back.
“Stop what?
I'm not doing anything.” After the tides finished changing the Moon
said, “I'm not touching you...”
“Moooommmm!”
The Earth yelled to the Sun, the adoptive parent to all that orbited
it. “My moon's not leaving me alone!”
“What's it
doing dear?”
The Earth then
explained, “It's not touching me!”
The Sun groaned
with a few solar flares blasting its frustration into space.
“Whatever you're doing little moon, stop it, or I'll use my gravity
to pull an asteroid into your orbit and whack some sense into you.”
“Sorry,”
apologized the Moon.
The Sun then
grumbled, “I never have to deal with this crap from Jupiter's
moons.”
A few hours
later the Moon then said to the Earth, “I'm not touching you...”
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