I took over the family business. Some think it’s morbid. I don’t see it that way. Everyone dies and for the dead it isn’t sad. We mourn their absence, and then I orchestrate the send-off.
Since the first Mars Royal Colony, my family cared for the dead. Today, I will commit our departed Prince to the heavens.
The prepared body is loaded into the chamber. I shuttle it into the atmosphere. The people gathered below appear as ants.
I set the timer and pull the release launching the casket. The explosives detonate, and fireworks light up the dark of space.
I watch purple rain shower down on the red planet.
– Written for Microcosms (17). Prompts were Astronaut/Purple Rain/Drama. WC 110. Photo from Wikimedia Commons.