by Ray Nessly
Jet-packed to Neptune, claimed it for Spain, Ferdinand, you.
Onward to Europa, bought you waterfront lots. Took the Flying L to your asteroid, 210 Isabella. Found a '57 Plymouth there, just like Dad's. Started right up. Hovers like a dream.
Still hovering your asteroid, waiting for you to show up.
Our six o'clock. Remember?
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Appeared in Thrice Fiction Magazine
No. 14, August 2015
Note: Yes, there exists an asteroid named 210 Isabella.