Maurice buys an apartment on the moon. He calls it speculative real estate.

His friends just laugh. But, Maurice, no one goes to the moon anymore, they say. No one even wants to.

That’s all right, says Maurice, gazing up through the cloud-laden sky. At least I know it’s there.

Sometimes, Cathy Ulrich would like to live on the moon, but only when she’s feeling really antisocial. Her humor writing can be found at hollywoodhatesme.wordpress.com.