by Robin Wrigley
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The
daily walk down the hill allows one time to reflect on the forthcoming journey
and the hope of a successful conclusion. Enter the ‘Halls of Healing’ taking
care to avoid the grand prix of heavy-duty wheel-chairs travelling to and fro,
pushed by porters or friends.
A
choice of elevators or stairs, no brainer – stairs - get those ‘bungalow-knees’
in action. Down two levels to the radio-active vaults, follow the red painted
footsteps and the launch pad is getting closer. Now only a set of double doors,
another right turn and the welcome signs to your choice of space craft, Varian
or Electra? Continue on to Varian and check for delays on launch of both
machines. Only 10 minutes for your carrier today but we know that could change.
First put your ticket in the blue box so they know you’re here and ready to
go.
Bid the time of day to fellow travellers,
some new, some veterans all occupied reading books or magazines others simply
with their thoughts and the more adventurous struggling with a jigsaw puzzle.
Anything to keep their minds off the clock and the delay notices.
One hour to launch, start prepare for the
journey. Follow the rules for flights; empty bowels and half an hour later take
on board 600 ml. of water. Hope that gas levels are within limits and wait for
announcement to be called forward to the staging post.
Others get their calls forward; mine must be
soon. Relief, I am summoned. Lift off is imminent; nod to those still patiently
waiting and proceed around the corner and remove my shoes. Keep calm it is going
to be okay you’ve done this many times already so no pressure. But there’s
always the possibility of a last minute technical hitch. Think of NASA’s
Challenger fatal launch.
The radio-active warning has just turned
from red to amber and launch staff enter the launch pad and seconds later the
previous astronaut walks out smiling. My name is called again and I am
accompanied in.
Remove trousers and lay on the launch
bench feet in foot slots knees slightly raised. The technicians check my
predetermined tattoo marks fit with to the path of the rays. Cool hands move my
hips in place while the launch pad is positioned for blast off. All is okay and
technicians bid me safe journey and retire outside the danger zone.
I’m on my own now. The only sound is the
whirring of the apparatus. This is it there’s no going back. Silence except for
last minute positioning of my flight simulator, two clicks of the launch pad.
Arms crossed with hands under armpits and I am away.
The huge arms start their orbit in a
clockwise, slow yet smooth around me stopping after one revolution with a small
click. A short wait followed by another complete revolution. Each second my
life’s journey is flowing out of me. Old friends and acquaintances flash through
my mind until the unit clicks back into its launch position.
The sound of the safety barrier opening
and the welcome voice of the launch assistant I am at my journey’s end for today
and they lower me down to table level and I am free to go. Another journey
another day. Out to the sunshine and view the hill to climb and return to this
world - simple buses and cars. Gravity is a wonderful thing.
The school-children in the bus shelter,
glued to IPhones and pads, don’t notice me as I pass by. I have just been to
places beyond their imagination while they play with simple earthly creations
made to fill their minds and seek approvals.
I have passed over the huge expanse of
water in the Sea of Tranquillity; seen Jupiter’s many moons – Europa, Ganymede
and several others; marvelled at the icy rings on Saturn and the ancient rivers
on Mars. I would love to visit Pluto but it is not available on day-trips.
About the author
Robin only started writing both fiction & non-fiction short stories
when he retired in 2001. He spent most of his adult life overseas working mainly
in the oil industry. His first published short story was with Dorset Writers’
anthology ‘This Little World’. He has been a regular contributor to CafeLit and
has had short stories in both CafeLit 6 and CafeLit 7. He is a regular member to
the Wimborne Writers’ Group.
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