Science Fiction
by A.D. Jameson
I don't care what transpires in outer-space. I don't want to know what the Saturnites get up to, or who goes with whom to the Annual Jupiter Ball. Our world, the Earth, is beautiful enough, and should satisfy me.
Whenever I feel a craving to read science fiction, I go outside for a walk. Stray hail falls like big frozen raindrops. The blue-gray sea undulates like a smooth bedspread barely able to conceal struggling rodents. Just above, the post-storm sunset's a thick strip of cheap rainbow sherbet with frostbitten edges. Above that, in the oncoming night, Jupiter's no more than a small prick of light, and Saturn can't be seen with the naked eye.
Can you believe that Jupiter's Queen brought her Saturnite prick of a beau to this year's Ball? Those two rodents showed up practically naked, straying about in a cheap rainbow bedspread. I refused to hail their bare asses, instead skipping out to walk home and drop into bed. I missed out on the frozen sherbet and post-Ball undulations, but satisfied my craving with cheap science fiction.
Copyright © 2006 A.D. Jameson
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Stories by A.D. Jameson have appeared in elimae, THE2NDHAND, Lamination Colony, and the Mississippi Review Online. He's also directed music videos for the Kill Rock Stars bands Xiu Xiu and Mecca Normal. He currently lives in Chicago, where he teaches ESL at DePaul University, and occasional film classes at Facets Cinematheque.
