paint and ink
After being physically removed from office I was roughed up and beaten and bound. In the darkness caused by duct tape covering my eyes, I was transported to the loneliest place in the inner solar system. Dactyl prison colony, on the tiny moon that orbits asteroid 243. There was a military coup in my country…
Ida could always feel her moon’s pull across her long body. The moon wasn’t large, about 1 mile at its widest and shaped like an egg. Its constant presenesence and pull was comforting most of the time. It felt like love to Ida. Or at least companionship. The gravitational pull was like a warm embrace…
She can not remember where she started. It was somewhere below the crust. Long, thick and clumsy, she skid bumping across the pebbly surface, looking for a hole to slip into, wanting to return home. The two times she finally made her way into a crevasse, water sprayed up like a volcano, bringing her back…