Closer Freddie approached the line separating the day from night on the moon. Sweat trickled down his face and he itched to wipe it away, but his suit prevented it.
A strong hand grabbed his arm, stopping him.
He turned to see his mother’s frantic face within her own bubble helmet.
“What are you doing! You know no one goes in there and ever returns!”
Freddie nodded thinking, Someday.
Henry screamed as he watched his son and wife jump away. Stuck in the time warp, when he finally crossed the line into light, 90 years passed, his family long dead.
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