|photo credit: Bounty Basic Paper Towels via photopin (license)|
Craig, the Nightingale’s captain, carried each large package of paper towels up the ramp into his ship and set them down gently in the farthest corner of the cargo bay. His copilot stood at the bottom of the ramp shaking his head incredulously.
“Craig, man, just toss em in! We can organize them once we are in route to Jupiter station.”
“I paid half this week's credits for these! There’s no way I’m just tossing them in!”
“Why don’t you just let the forklift bring the whole pallet onboard instead of taking them one at a friggin time?”
“The wood from the pallet would just add to our weight!” Craig answered on his way back from bringing the last package onboard.
The two men stood beside the cargo door and simultaneously turned the wheels to raise the ramp.
The door hissed and sealed shut.
“But why paper towels? I just don’t get it! What’s so special about these paper towels? Paper towels come standard in the ration packs.” Craig’s copilot said.
“Jimmy, they’re for my old lady. Every month, before I head out, I ask her what she wants me to bring back. She could ask for anything, a necklace, a special perfume... but no- she asks for Bounty Basic paper towels.”
The two men headed back up the cargo bay, through a set of double doors and into the cockpit.
“Why these ones though?” Jimmy asked.
Craig took his seat and began flicking on the various switches on the dashboard.
“Engine’s reading fine, fuel’s at 480,” Jimmy read off the instrument panel dials while waiting for a response to his question.
“I leave her for a whole month at a time every other month. The least I can do is try to bring her what she wants when I come home. Apparently these paper towels work much better than the standard ration ones.” Craig answered with a sideways glance at Jimmy.
“What, do they, like, have cleaner embedded in them or something?” Jimmy asked while flicking some switches on his own side of the dash.
Craig chuckled. “All engines go. Signaling loading bay doors.”
“Nope, dude all they do is soak up more liquid. They are a bit more sturdy if you have to scrub something. That’s it.” Craig answered.
“Well, if it makes the wife happy.” Jimmy shrugged, “Who am I to disagree!”
This post is part of the 52 week flash fiction challenge on facebook
Week 2 word prompt: Basic
Word Limit: 20- 500
This one tops out right at 500 words.
Readers: What would YOU bring home, after being gone for a month, that would make your wife or husband happy?