Jordan flipped the switches, checked the consoles, and double-checked his seat belt. He had been waiting for this, training for this. G-force testing, underwater 'space walk' simulation, and reading up on the procedures for preparing the ship to blast off.
At last, Jordan would finally be in the seat as the rocket ship took off toward the stars. He listened in to the last instructions for takeoff. Sure that all systems were green, he gave them a signal. He was ready. He heard the countdown, and chanted along with it. There was a low rumble, and he felt the shaking as the rocket prepared to lift off.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
"Jordan! It's time for dinner!" A voice called.
"Abort, abort!" Jordan cried, as he clamored out of the cardboard box. He would see the stars another day, his mac and cheese came first.
This blog post is part of a series of stories associated with Practice makes pretense, in which a collection of writing done in response to prompts is compiled. Then, the reader should answer the following two questions: 1) What was your favorite thing about the writing? 2) What did you feel as you read it?
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1) yeeeeees mac and cheese
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