The train arrived at Prestwick Spaceport, built adjoining the airport.

The heavy spacesuit made the short walk to the terminal difficult for Frank, the boots weighed him down.

Since watching an astronaut talk to his school class from the Space Station forty years ago, Frank had dreamed of travelling in space.

He had bought the old NASA spacesuit at auction and converted his garage into the interior of a space capsule. For days he would suit up and pretend he was flying through the stars.

Having spent the last of his savings on a ticket for the SpaceZ budget civilian space shuttle, he would finally realise his dream today.

He plodded up to the check-in desk. The woman stared at him.

‘Good morning,’ he said.

‘Good morning,’ she replied and picked up his ticket. ‘There won’t be enough leg room or seat width to accommodate your spacesuit. Have you brought any other clothes?’

Frank began to panic.

‘Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.’ She pointed wearily. ‘Through there.’

Frank walked through the door and joined the queue of middle-aged men taking off old spacesuits and being handed trousers and sweaters.

‘Thirty-five pounds for clothes hire,’ said the chirpy man handing out the clothes, ‘Seventy pounds to buy them.’


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© A Mixed Bag

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

Prestwick Airport in Scotland, typically used by low-budget airlines, is a possible sight for a new civilian spaceport on the near future.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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29 thoughts on “BUDGET SPACE TRAVEL

  1. It’s just not the same without your trusty space suit, is it? I hope SpaceZ remembered to sell them overpriced life insurance too “in the unlikely event the capsule spontaneously pops open like a sardine can”.

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  2. Ha! It wouldn’t be just middle-aged men. I was three years old when my Dad pointed up in the night sky and showed me a moving light he said was called “Sputnik” (it was actually one of the boosters that had launched Sputnik since the satellite wasn’t visible to the unaided eye). Ever since then, I was hooked. As a kid, I followed every launch of the Mercury program, then Gemini, and then Apollo. I recall exactly where I was when I heard Neil Armstrong utter “That’s one small step for me, one giant leap for mankind” as he stepped foot on the Lunar surface. If someone offered me a chance to go into space, even on a sub-orbital flight, I’d jump at it.

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  3. Pretty funny stuff, Iain, and I now can’t escape the image of ladies who lunch from Barassie and Troon catching the Scotrail to Ayr only to be faced with all these weirdos in space suits.

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      1. They would probably say “If you read the fist letter of the second fifth and twelfth word from each paragraph, you will see it clearly states no spacesuits and there will be a fee for hiring of clothes”

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