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George Smith Stories and Plays
George Smith Stories and Plays
George Smith Stories and Plays
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Spaceship to Mars is written from the perspective of an astronaut on a long journey to Mars. Alaskan Goodbye is a play about a mud engineer and his family in Alaska. At the Zoo with Billy is a political play set in the Houston Zoo. Caution, Malachite Eggs. No More Ice, Ice, Baby is a play about global warming set in a bar at the Four Seasons Hotel. Squirrel 35 is a little story about the atavistic need to shoot squirrels. The Ugly Duckling, Obamacare, is Hans Christian Andersen’s famous story juxtaposed against a political conversation about health care on a cruise ship in the Baltic. Yticirtcele is a short play about something that both is, and isn’t, what it seems. Enjoy!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLoren Smith
Release dateMar 23, 2014
ISBN9781311384232
George Smith Stories and Plays
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Loren Smith

Loren Smith taught Biology for eighteen years. He has worked as a mud engineer in Venezuela, Guatemala, Alaska, Africa and Texas. Loren and his wife Jane reside in Houston.

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    George Smith Stories and Plays - Loren Smith

    GEORGE SMITH STORIES

    AND PLAYS

    by

    Loren Smith

    Copyright 2014 Loren Smith

    Published on Smashwords

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    SPACESHIP TO MARS

    ALASKAN GOODBYE

    AT THE ZOO WITH BILLY

    MALACHITE EGGS

    NO MORE ICE, ICE, BABY

    SQUIRREL 35

    THE UGLY DUCKLING, OBAMACARE

    YTICIRTCELE

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    SPACESHIP TO MARS

    by

    Loren Smith

    Alone, and drifting toward Mars in a spaceship with no power, George looks down at the dark computer screen and console, then out the porthole window into clusters of stars in the infinite distance. With no power, death is only hours away. His toes and nose and fingers are getting cold. He has had no power for three hours because of a miscalculation by the engineers back in Houston.

    Those engineers think they know it all. Hah! This will show them. Not that it makes any difference to me. My sands have run out. This is the end of the fourth quarter, last of the ninth, eighteenth hole, game over baby; no more time on the clock. George could feel his fingertips going numb. His face was getting cold. He knew that the silver thermal blanket around his legs only postponed the inevitable; death by freezing.

    Great, George thought, my worst fears, now founded. No heroic landing back on earth, no celebrations for the great astronaut, no heroic speeches at schools, no tinkling glasses at welcome home cocktail parties and no speeches to Kiwanis Clubs. George chortled; especially the Kiwanis clubs. There would only be stories about the mission to Mars that went horribly wrong. For hundreds of years people will look up into the night sky, see the red dot that is Mars and whisper, ‘George Smith, the new face on Mars,’ and they will be right. They won’t really give two shits whether George Smith is alive, dead or was eaten by aliens."

    With no power, the thrusters could not automatically course correct. The pull of Mars’ gravity will cause Pilar, his spaceship, to crash land on her red surface. George shifted his weight back and forth trying to settle deeper into his ergonomic chair while pulling the silver astronaut blanket closer under his chin. His toes were so cold they were hurting. The pain was turning to agony. His mind began to jump around. Why had he become an astronaut? Why indeed. He truly wanted to explore distant worlds, which had led to a precocious interest in navigation. He remembered the day in elementary school when the teacher was talking about Christopher Columbus’ journey to the Americas:

    He discovered America in 1492. Does anyone know the names of the three ships in his little fleet? Okay Suzie, what were their names?

    The Puta, the Nina, and the Santa Maria.

    That would be the Pinta, the Nina and the Santa Maria, Suzie.

    Thank you Miss.

    And how did they navigate? That’s a big word isn’t it class? George raised his hand. Yes George?

    Navigators use latitude and longitude. Latitude is expressed in degrees north or south of the equator from 0 to 90. In the same way, longitude is degrees east or west of the prime meridian. Christopher Columbus used an astrolabe, a sextant, and dead reckoning for navigation.

    That’s correct George, very impressive.

    George snapped back to grim reality and looked out through the porthole window into the star filled darkness. He looked down. The computer and console were still dark. The heater was not on. The thrusters could not course correct. He remembered another time long ago when his father had taken him deer hunting. It was cold then too:

    Be very quiet, his Dad had remanded him. And don’t make any quick movements, George, If you have to scratch your nose, move your hand very slowly. Remember, don’t make any sudden movements. I’ll be back at nine o’clock. Then his Dad handed him the gun. Cock it and put it on safety, son, and Good luck." George did as he was told. His father then closed the plywood deer blind door and walked silently away into the dark forest.

    He was all bundled up in winter hunting jacket, hunting cap, and gloves inside the plywood deer blind. He held the heavy deer rifle and could feel the cold plastic chair on his bee hind through thermal underwear and blue jeans. His orange ski cap was pulled down low over his ears and eyes. There was no wind. He could see stars above the dark silhouette

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