Susan switched on her ageing ipad, checked the time, pressed the Facetime link and the familiar face appeared.
‘Hello Mother, how are you, what have you been up to this week?’
His greeting never varied and each week she would rehearse fascinating snippets of news and intelligent comments on world events. But when it came to the moment her mind went blank; there was not a lot to tell and even less that Guy and his family would be interested in.
Three little faces popped in and out of the screen, mostly upside down. Her son adjusted the camera so she could see her three grandsons tackling their new assault course; the latest ploy by their mother to direct some of their cooped up energy. Bouncing off the walls took on a new meaning in their confined home, it was so hard for parents not to be able to take them out.
The assault course was such a success they could not be prised away to come and talk to her; after nearly a year it was only natural that little ones would not be interested, they had their own lives now. It was a marvel that she could see and hear them so easily, across so many miles, but she found herself envying instead of pitying her sister with the daughter from hell. The girl had turned up back home a year ago, with three children from different fathers and no money and had not left until it was too late to leave.
Susan was proud of her son and all he had achieved and admiring of her daughter-in-law who had adapted so well to their strange new life, but the two further years until his posting was up seemed interminable.

Who would have thought when Guy was so young, devouring books about space and science in preference to children’s stories… perhaps it was not such a surprise, but obsession was not enough, he had the brains and ambition to achieve his dreams. Still she could not quite believe that her son was leader of the first Moon colony, IMC, International Moon Colony. Seeing the boys now, totally adapted to zero gravity, screeching with delight as they crawled along the curved ceiling of their living quarters, belied the cold fear she felt that this was a remote risky venture that only grown men should be attempting.
‘Grandma, Grandma, we can see you now.’
The camera panned round to the large porthole, through which she could see the Earth beginning to rise. It was a beautiful sight that she was privileged to see and as her grandsons floated and jostled around the porthole it was some comfort that they knew where they had come from, where they belonged.

That’d be the thing, wouldn’t it? If anybody went to the moon now, the top priority would be to leave behind a webcam!
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Yes, there would be no point going unless all your friends and family could see everything you did in your moon colony.
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What a beautiful story of ‘what if’!
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Thanks, just wait a few more years…
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Wonderful, I love the early twist when the story was not what it seemed, the parallel of the grandparent Facetime-ing the grandchildren after a year of not seeing them with the world’s current crisis. Made me smile and feel moved in the space of a few minutes.
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Thanks so much, I guess it wouldn’t be that much different.
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Wow…great setting! Really makes you think…
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Thanks Becky
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Sucked me in , you cunning sod 🙂 Wonderful piece of matapohor, Janet.
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Of couse that should have been ‘metaphor’, as distinct from ‘mataphor’, as in bullfighting imagery 😉
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Thanks Doug, glad I caught you out.
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Great story, Janet. The first place my mind went is that we’re all adaptable, even kids who are stuck at “home” and have to wear facemasks anywhere in public.
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Thanks Pete, yes children are very adaptable, even to zero gravity!
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The kids would enjoy it until they became teenagers. Then it would be ‘There’s nothing to do around here’, I suspect. Nice misdirection in a short piece, Janet. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete, yes one can just imagine teenagers, good thing it’s only a 3 year posting.
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You make a good point, Pete! I shudder to think of being cooped up in a confined space with three teenagers.
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I hope they don’t charge by the mile for those phone calls… 🙂
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What a beautiful story. Loved the human emotions, the set up and the way you told it.
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Thanks T, so glad you enjoyed it.
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Ahhh that was unexpected…not so far from happening in the future though 🙂
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And I’ll be writing about it when it does!
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I’m sure you will… 😀
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Loved the twist!
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Thanks Alex, I enjoyed writing it.
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