#86 Mr. Spaceman (500 words)

Inspired by: Mr. Tambourine Man

Ein laid in bed and looked at the crumbling ceiling. He hadn’t seen or heard from Sadie since she stormed out of the apartment Monday morning. After his weird dream last night, he had even more trouble falling asleep than usual.

He couldn’t get the B.R.I.D.E.s out of his head. They were five randos who were thrust together during a tumultuous time and formed an unbreakable bond. It was Ein’s dream friendship scenario.

Ein thought about how he met Sadie, and basically, their friendship formed under the same conditions. He met her, and she basically psychically imprinted upon him, and now they’re friends. Even more than friends and their relationship feels weaker than ever.

Ein rolled over and sighed. He opened his eyes to see BC sitting an inch from his face, staring at him. 

“Can’t sleep either?” Ein asked the cat. 

BC didn’t acknowledge Ein’s question. Ein closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. 

“I hate it when I can’t sleep on a school night. It ruins the whole next day. Why is it so hard to sleep?”

Ein opened his eyes again to see BC fast asleep on a spare pillow. Ein got out of bed and decided to get something to eat. 

In the hallway, he saw a glow from the open refrigerator. He saw a man rummaging through the fridge. For some reason, Ein knew he wasn’t a threat. 


The man looked at Ein and then crawled into the refrigerator. 

“What the…”

Ein rushed across the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator. Inside, Ein saw a long tunnel and this strange man crawling away. Ein gave chase. 

It seemed like he crawled for half an hour, but he had no way of knowing. Whatever world he entered into didn’t feel refrigerated, it felt perfect. 

Eventually, the tunnel widened enough that Ein could stand and walk comfortably. He walked beside the strange man. 

“What is this place?”

“You’ll find out.”

“Will I like it?”

“I don’t know what you like.”

“Why were you in my kitchen?”

“To make a sandwich.”

“You could have had one. Why did you run?”

“Do I look like I’m running?”

The pair crested a hill, and on the other side, they saw a launch pad with a rocket ship fueling up. 

“Want to go to space?” The strange man asked. 

“It’s impossible.”

“No, it isn’t. How do you think we got here?”

“We walked.”

“We did, but our ancestors didn’t. Wanna fly it?”

“Hell yeah! What’s your name anyway?”

“Mr. Spaceman.”

Ein and Mr. Spaceman walked up to the rocket and climbed into the cockpit. Instinctually Ein knew precisely what switches to flip and buttons to press. He even pulled on a lever. A voice spoke to them, counting down from ten. At one, the engines engaged, and the rocket shot them into space. 

In Ein’s apartment, BC woke up and couldn’t find Ein anywhere. They found an uneaten sandwich on the counter and ate it for breakfast. 

Published by einquin

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

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