An unspoken fact is most of us do not need a Halloween costume…
Author: Richard Donnelly
ORBITERS: Conundrum
“I believe, Mr. Kern, my next move is best kept to myself…”
ORBITERS: Successful People
Like most successful people, Captain Rollhagen appeared to have no personality at all…
ORBITERS: Greetings Earthling
From the Officer’s Lounge Megan Bremer stared out the viewing bubble. Earth rotated below. Soon, the invasion would be underway….
ORBITERS: Mind Over Matter
Moon-people have no problem with telepathy. They read minds with ease. The problem is believing it…
ORBITERS: Ninety-Six Candles
Paul could feel their eyes on him. Or rather, saw behind the smiles, the claps on the back, the good wishes. Why aren’t you dead?
ORBITERS: Shore Leave
“This is entirely against the rules…”
ORBITERS: Smelling Trouble
Whether long and pointed or flat and broad, Malthusians have big noses. They also have an excellent sense of smell. What came first is a chicken or egg kind of thing…
ORBITERS: Game Day
“The Moon has a front line that is fit and ready. Earth is fielding nothing but slow, overweight, hamburger-eating slackers…”
ORBITERS: Missing You
“Kern!” Captain Rollhagen shouted. “There you are. Get over here!”
ORBITERS: Bottoms Up
After three glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, Kenneth Kern became, shall we say, quite frisky…
ORBITERS: Robbing Peter
A second bottle arrived. Sylvia raised her wine glass. Kenneth Kern raised his. Their glasses chimed…
ORBITERS: An Honest Dollar
“You know what they say about luck,” replied his dark-eyed guest….
ORBITERS: Money Talks
“Hmm.” Rollhagen drummed fingers. “How much free cash do we have in storage, Barb?”
ORBITERS: The Finger
On the way out he paused. He felt dizzy. The lieutenant noticed. “Okay, Paul?”
ORBITERS: Moon Shot
He stood back to allow the younger man to tee up. His ball pushed right before hooking left, into a crater…
ORBITERS: Canoodle
Kern’s arching black eyebrows, which he possibly plucked, arched some more. “You don’t know?”
ORBITERS: Woman’s Best Friend
Can dogs smile? Anyone who owns one knows the answer to that…