It is told by Jimmy’s daughter. Every day, just after I get up, I climb on up to the observation dome and watch the Earth rise. Sometimes it’s already up, full in its beautiful blue glory, whisked with white clouds and smudged with the darker shades of earth. “Jenny, you’ll be late!” my mother cries most mornings. Sometimes she has to call me twice before I climb back down, close the dome’s hatch and get ready for school. Yes, we do school on Luna. Sorry, if you need to ask the question, you’re clearly a grubber — I mean — an earthsider. ‘An ancestor’ as my dad sometimes calls you. ‘A tourist’ as most of the polite adults will say. But, hey, I’m just twelve and no one my age says anything but ‘grubber’ and sometimes ‘grub.’ I’m sure you’re all very nice but I can’t imagine wanting to stay stuck in that overheating, overweighing, deep gravity well you think we should all call home.
What do You think about The One Tree Of Luna (2014)?
