Literati. I guess that little blue pill works after all! Congratulations, Mike! (editors note: This story was originally misstated as another planet. I am saturnly entitled to a mistake, now and again, though I didn’t planet that way. Women are from Venus. Men are from Mars. Editors are from Uranus.
On the surface of Mars
by Mike Casper
(editor’s –that would be moi–note: the purpose of this site is to make us all better writers, and to save the world. Mike took some feedback seriously and made a few subtle changes to his original story, which I have to say gives it more clarity. So I made the changes; Editors can do that. It’s good to be king.)
Swimming upstream I strain and groan,
Competition all around.
Pushing and kicking, I fight my way. I am the chosen one.
Finally, I reach my goal. I dive in, expected.
The blueprint has already been drafted.
The change happens, we become one.
Out of two, many. Many more to follow.
I am aware, dimly, even now.
Hi Sue, good morning.
I feel funny, babe.
I dunno. I wonder if I’m pregnant.
Mebbe you’re just a little sick. What did you eat last night?
No, really. I think I might be pregnant. What would you say about that?
You think? Oh my God. That’s a disaster. I’m not ready to commit, Sue. We hardly know each other. I’m too young. This is too much. I gotta go.
What? What? Don’t hang up, babe. I need you. PLEASE.
Two sticks on the bathroom floor. Pink + on one.
II on the other.
And an ominous empty box.
I will love you as no other.
I will sing to you in the sunshine and smile in the rain.
I will gaze in wonderment at a mommy cat nursing her babies.
I will gaze with complete trust and love at you who made me.
I will be your best daughter.
I will show you that I am worthy of your love and devotion.
I will make you happy.
I will grow strong and tall.
I will have freckles.
I will get good grades in school, and write poetry.
I will learn to fly, and walk on the surface of Mars.
You don’t know this yet, but I do.
a knock at the door
Just a minute.
What do you want, bastard? I thought you were too young.
Oh my God. Pink booties.
Hold me, babe.
I love you, my darling Susan. Our baby…it’s a girl, you know. We’ll make this work.
I know. I love you too, babe.
What’s that behind your back, girl? Morning After Pills? OH NO.
PLEASE GOD NO
I couldn’t take em, babe.