“I swear, if you sing that one more time, I’ll push you out the hatch myself.”
“Aw lighten up, Schmitty,” Dirk laughed at his co-pilot. “I just can’t wait to get home!”
“You and me both,” the co-pilot muttered.
They swept low over the canyon, lining up for their annual supply drop to the Earth outpost. Next stop: Moon Base Nine, Home Sweet Home.
“This is the song that doesn’t end
Yes, it goes on and on my friend…”
“That’s it, Dirk. Here’s your parachute…”
“Too late!” He dropped the payload and flew up and away from Copper Country.
Carrot Ranch Prompt (01/04/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)