Well, I wasn’t going to do it because I really don’t have the time to read all the other wonderful entries (and I always want to because it’s fun to and it’s also the courteous thing to do). But, here it is anyway. I will be back to posting the 2nd day of the black-and-white photo challenge. For the rules of this contest and other entries, visit Susanna Hill’s blog post.
Sandstorm Santa (343 words)
Marco sped home from school on his hoverbike. Every so often, he stopped and peered out the glass walls of the passageways at the pale orange sky of Mars.
The apartment door hissed open. “Mom, Dad,” he called. “I’m home! What does the weather report say?”
Mom looked at the holoscreen. “Looks like a sandstorm is coming.” She turned to Marco. “Don’t get your hopes up about SANTA. It might be too rough to land here.”
“SANTA has been through worse weather than this, Mom,” said Marco.
Dad agreed. “SANTA will make it,” he said. But they knew that sandstorms on Mars can be so bad, sometimes everything was shut down.
Marco kept looking out the windows as he ate dinner. The sky was now a burnt orange color. Small swirls formed and danced, then joined to become bigger whorls. Marco pressed his ear to the window and thought he could hear the howl of the winds.
“Is SANTA on schedule?” Marco asked when he was getting ready for bed.
Mom checked the computer. “Yes, honey,” she said. “But you need to go to bed.”
After Dad and Mom tucked him in and darkened the tint on his window, Marco continued to stare outside. He wasn’t so sure anymore that SANTA would make it. The red dust churned around the buildings wildly. It was like they were inside of a snow-globe filled with sand.
Suddenly, he heard a roar so faint he might have imagined it. He rushed to the window, breathing little round patches of fog on it.
There, braving the storm, was SANTA! SANTA descended and docked at the loading bay. People scurried to and from the tunnel leading to the dock, looking like tiny elves. Marco knew the present he’d been waiting for from his grandparents on Earth had been delivered.
As SANTA rose into the sky, the words on its side came into view: Special Aeronautic New Transportation Association – S.A.N.T.A. Marco waved as it cruised close by. The pilot, in his red uniform and white beard, waved back!