Moonman Inbound, Final Part

The Moonman pushes himself off the side of the house, running to the patio and then vaulting up over the steps, belly shaking with the impact. He tears past the sliding glass doors, goes through the darkened kitchen by way of memory and the touch of out-stretched arms, pushing off of furniture and walls until…

Moonman Inbound, Part 10

The Moonman goes into a crouch, just a shadow picking its way with feeling steps through the grass. He stops at the edge of the house. He peeks around the corner, his back up against the vinyl siding, some of the day’s heat still radiating into his dirt-covered skin. Down the little grass lane on…

Moonman Inbound, Part 9

So yeah, thinks the Moonman under the house, then I┬áhad some spending money. So he takes the bus downtown and goes to the dealership, and he’s just like any other goddamn regular citizen, so why can’t he take a look-see and maybe kick some tires like anybody else? But them dealership assholes are prejudiced sons…

Moonman Inbound, Part 8

He pictures himself still in his underwear, but now wearing his helmet and breathing apparatus and leading a column of troops down Main Street while standing atop that big-ass pickup truck he was looking at a couple months ago, back in the city, after he’d taken the bus downtown to walk around and check things…

Moonman Inbound, Part 7

Yes, he’d carried out the CSM’s order to the letter. He’d gone and got up early as hell the next day, full of piss and vinegar and still jumpy with the dawning realization, made concrete by the presence of so highly-ranked a personage as the Sergeant Martian himself, that in fact this was real. He…

Moonman Inbound, Part 6

The sprinklers visible as they ratchet their sprays that Sunday he fooled about with the neighbor’s daughter for the last time, them thinking that by keeping the shed door open a crack they might more easily hear the approach of a vehicle in one of the adjacent driveways out front. And still the shadows within…

Moonman Inbound, Part 5

It took the first alien to get through the first shed for the people of Earth to wake the fuck up, to put aside their petty differences and as one to bring to those cocksuckers the fight. The Moonman saw it for himself, sitting on the couch that day and watching the television, how the…

Moonman Inbound, Part 4

Nearly unbalancing himself by reaching out to pull the door closed and shut out the light, he waits as his eyes adjust, stock still all the while, listening for sounds from without. He’s sure he’s timed it right–the aliens use satellites as well as cameras in the eyes of birds to spy on us down…

Moonman Inbound, Part 3

He retraces his steps, instead, and making for the edge of the house sees how back on the patio the sliding glass door is still open. Well, fuck it. Any creepy crawlies make their way inside, it’ll just mean more helpings for him come supper. Near the corner of the house’s exposed foundation the Moonman…

Moonman Inbound, Part 2

One time, recalls the Moonman, his eyes unfocused over his yard, them aliens scored a direct hit on a troop ship that was skimming the Lunar surface at maximum speed. En route to a battle, the shadows of craters and the pocked warping of the land flitting by underneath the reinforcements. And then: yellow fire,…

Moonman Inbound, Part 1

Moonman, on the Moon: it’s where his battles take place, where the green laser-fire crosses high overhead and somewhere in the inky black void lies the distant, sunken image of the Earth. Clouds over the ocean, the grass lush and wet; they fear they’ll never see her again. Every time they go up it is…