#32 Master of the Moon (500 words)

Inspired by: Masters of War

Aubrey Reina sorted through her queue cards for the last time. She’d gone over this interview in her head a hundred times, but tonight it was really happening. The show’s intern, Ellie, caught her attention and began the countdown.

“Five, four, three,” Ellie said, miming two and one with her hands. 

“Good evening, Beacon! Tonight You tuned in to a big one. I finally caught the biggest fish in town, Jon Fall, thank you for joining me.” 

“Thank you for having me, Aubrey.”

“It only took asking three hundred and eighty-five times, but you’re finally here!”

The two laughed contentiously.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I have been working painstakingly for years to develop a rocket that can take man, not just into space, but…”

He paused and looked directly into the camera.

“to the moon!”

“With your family’s history of space exploration, this is bold. Did you attend your father’s attempt?” 

Jon paused and spoke carefully, “I attended, yes. I was a toddler and knew something had changed, and he came up severely wounded. He had been burned and lost a hand.”

“Knowing everything your father went through and growing up without him as a result, why do you want to pursue trying to go to space?”

“On the most basic level, I’m tired of hearing that it can’t be done. We’ve known the math for decades. There are satellites up their now. They’re doing fine. I want to give it a shot.” 

“You’re willing to risk some mother’s son because you think it can be done?” Aubrey let that sink in for a moment, sure that would be a body blow to the billionaire.

“No, no, I’m not. I am not willing to risk anyone’s life in this project, but mine.” 

Aubrey’s smile vanished. 

“Wait, you’re going to space?” 

“I’m certainly going to try and not only that. Since it’s a full moon tonight, I asked your crew to get a nice shot of that bad boy.” 

The full moon was now being shown in the corner of the screen for the viewers at home. 

“You’re going straight to the moon?” 

“You bet.”

Aubrey’s mouth hung open. 

“Set your calendars. May 2021, I am going to pilot a rocket to the moon, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me.” 

Jon stared at the shot of the moon. This wasn’t braggadocio; this was personal. Space took his father from him, and he was going to conquer it or die trying. 

“At this point, I hate to admit it, but I have become so wealthy I can’t imagine anything else to do with my money. My accountants, and my son honestly, hate the idea, but I will spend every penny I have if necessary. I’m going to the moon!” 

“You think this is the best way to spend billions?”


“Thanks for joining us, Beacon. This is certainly going to be a lot to take in.”

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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