He nestled against the coffee-shop divan, supremely content but not knowing why. Glancing at the crumbs and Amsterdam guidebook in his lap, it really wasn’t rocket science. Still, when he landed on the reason a crescent-moon smile dawned across his face.

“Space cake…”

Young Neil Armstrong had found his calling.

Emre Ruhi has a passion for writing short and rarely serious stories and poems. You can see more of his writing and other creative pursuits at www.focusless.com.