galacticjourney

The jangling of the telephone broke my slumber far too early. Groggily, I paced to the handset, half concerned, half furious. I picked it up, but before I could say a word, I heard a frantic voice.

"Turn on your radio right now!"

I blinked. "Wha.." I managed.

"Really!" the voice urged. I still didn't even know who was calling.

Nevertheless, I went to the little maroon Zenith on my dresser and turned the knob. The 'phone was forgotten in my grip as I waited for the tubes to warm up. 10 seconds later, I heard the news.

It happened. A man had been shot into orbit. And it wasn't one of ours.



(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)