Maisy wiggles into her outfit as he holds it out for her. He pulls the hood up over her ears, pushes her tail into the slot, and pulls the zip along her back. She sits there wagging and panting at him while he gets into his own suit.
The airlocks hiss open and both man and dog are hit by basting winds and struck by a blinding sun. The land is scourged of any living plants and the ground is cracked and blistered by heat.
He steps out and she follows, running along into the hellscape, long lead trailing.
Paddy Dobson
22nd April 2021