Up in the air

He was in mid air; armed with two bazookas and wearing a space suit. While he liked the feeling of weightlessness and the complexity of his gadgets, he didn’t have time to revel in self-debauchery. Missiles were flying past him at high speeds. Green suited creatures with big heads and thin legs were floating around and destroying every space ship in sight.

“Oh, so this is what aliens look like”, he thought for a split second before dodging a bullet on his left. It almost caught his left palm.

Tonight, he had to make a choice. The path he chooses could prove detrimental to the humans and earth. He took a deep breath and spoke calmly into the microphone “Captain, I choose to remain here and fight for our planet. Over”

Without even waiting for a response, he somersaulted and aimed his bazooka at one of his green enemies. “Heeeeeeyyaaaa”, he shouted.

Guess it was a little loud.

His mother turned and patted him to sleep again. Oh the three year olds and their magical worlds.

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This was written for Trifecta Writing Challenge: Week 63.