By Angela Kempe
Amy clenched her seatbelt as the space shuttle accelerated into the Copernicus Belt.
“Why don’t you slow down a little?”
She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Focused on easing the tension in her face so that her migraine wouldn’t overwhelm her.
“Just trying to make good time,” he said, swerving between the giant rocks.
Amy was sure she’d be sick. Maybe she’d faint. She wasn’t sure which one would happen first, the fainting or the vomiting from the pain in her head. If only he knew how much she hated his flying. Didn’t he know? Wasn’t he at all concerned that your chance of getting into an accident near the Copernicus Belt was one accident per five years?
Still, the space shuttle whisked between astroids. One of the astroids near her window grew in size until it became frighteningly close and she thought it would hit her, so she closed her eyes and succumbed to feeling her body sway left and right. She tried to center herself in her seat. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else to give her a few more moments before she passed out from fear.
“You’re not even trying to slow down!”
“But we’re getting there so fast! Okay, fine. I’ll slow down.”
Her husband slowed the shuttle down to 12 speed and a few other space shuttles blasted passed them.
Amy was satisfied for the moment, but before she could smooth out her space suit, her husband sighed and accelerated again.
She knew she had a problem with space flight. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as he weaved between rocks. But Amy was tired of being scared. Flying to their Mom’s planet was becoming a real problem. She decided to force her eyes open and try enjoying the ride a little. Anyway, after eleven years of marriage maybe she could trust her husband and his driving.
Her body clinched under the pressure of the speed as she urged her eyes open.
Open your eyes dammit and enjoy this!
Then, suddenly she saw it.
Oh, the irony of being right. But, at least her headache was gone.