Saturday's Storyteller: "On the moon, everyone dresses like the sci fi version of the 1920s and rides around on giant moths."

by Belinda Roddie

On the moon, everyone dresses like the sci-fi version of the 1920s and rides around on giant moths. They also serve champagne in bowls because fuck Space Prohibition, am I right? When the flappers dance, they bounce like crazy, keeping their legs kicking even when suspended in the air. And the zoot suits are, indeed, a riot, just like they were back on Earth.

You don't have to be an astronaut or a history buff to enjoy the scene. Just don't forget your fedora atop your helmet when you join the party. Be sure to name your insect ride Larry, because it just rolls off the tongue. Then wait for the Cosmic Stock Market to crash, and all the citizens decide to reside on Mars because their business is affected by the moon's global economy.

Pearls that the girls wear are as big as moon rocks. The men swagger, though their speech is blurred from behind their heavy visors. Like your cane? It can also turn into an energy blade to smite your foes. Just don't go to the dark side of the moon any time soon - I heard that Moon Nazis are ready for the next decade and building power in the craters. So much for the Sea of Tranquility.

This week's prompt was provided by Daniel Bulone.