The astronaut stood at the top of the ladder, waiting for clearance to descend to the lunar surface. He thought about the significance of humanity’s return to The Moon, and the way history moved in cycles like an orbit.
He placed his boots on the rock in reverent silence for those explorers who came before.
The astronaut bounded across the surface, heading toward an unusual iron deposit. He stopped in front of the anomaly his mouth going dry. Capcom shouted in his ear, demanding visual confirmation.
Arthur reached out a bulky white glove to pull the sword from the regolith.

“moon” by Slideshow Bruce is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0