R.A. Legg Writes

Apollo 17         Stone Cold          “So you have a blue dot on your picture.” Casandra said. She could not believe that this was more important then… well.. Her. “You don’t understand, others know.” Storm was having difficulty with the idea that others knew Earth was still there, still able to sustain life.  Or was it?   Maybe Casandra had a point.   A blue dot on, okay a blue dot with white swirls still might be a bunch of dead things on it.  “What do they know?” Casandra asked. “I don’t know.” Storm had such a feeble argument, but in his gut he knew.  He knew they were lying, but what could he do about it.   He was just sixteen.   “Storm.” Casandra softened her voice. “You need to be careful.”  Her tone caught Storm off guard.  She just knew, how to get his attention and right now she was trying to tell him something very important, but his mind was racing, and he wanted answers.  “I need to go.”  “Storm I need you too.” She said hoping he would get the messa

Apollo 18 He looked at the picture as the rocket slowly climbed into the sky. The roar was getting louder as Apollo 17 inched its way into space. Storm had watched this photo a million times. But it always fascinated him how something so small started all this. The rocket finally cleared the top of the picture and was about to reset when Storm’s teacher stepped up behind him.   “Amazing isn’t it?” Mr Anderson asked.   “I guess.” Was all Storm gave back.   “Didn’t your great, great, grandfather fly that mission?” Mr. Anderson asked.   “Yeah.” Storm said and wished he could walk away. He hated being asked that question. Like he had anything to do with it. It happened so long ago, that it was in the history books they had to study each year.  Mr. Anderson looked down on the boy, “You probably get that a lot.” He paused to allow the moment to pass. “Let’s get down to the far end. I hear they have a tree now.”  Storm turned from the picture, “Yeah. I’ve seen it already.”