Spacewalk

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked, trying not to laugh at the slow, careful steps Maeve was taking down the sidewalk (with the whirligig balancing arm movements). "Spacewalk," she said. "Put your helmet on or you'll die." Aaron quickly donned an imaginary helmet as Maeve whispered, "Rookie" under her breath. "Where are we going?" Aaron asked, playing along. "Honestly, did you read a single thing Houston sent us? How were you even picked for this mission?" Maeve muttered, dropping down onto the sidewalk suddenly and tearing off her shoes and socks. There, on the soles of her feet, she had drawn the moon, stars, and planets. She pointed to the circle under her big toe. "Mars," she said drolly. "We are obviously going to Mars." "Mars," Aaron whispered. "Of course. I had a moment of space dementia there; I'll turn up my oxygen feed." And they moved towards Mars (and ham sandwiches at Maeve's house), but it was Venus who ruled the day ... for she was a girl with the moon and stars on the soles of her feet and he thought he might be in love.