escape from ganymede (100 words)

PROMPT: A SciFi including someone being tickled and the word “gold.”

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If the shield works, we’ll be off this moon tomorrow.

“Here goes!” I tickle Shem’s side and fake a smile, like he did for me when we were banished here as children, like he did years later when he stood between me and Ganymede Security Forces, right before they beat his mind to mush.

I hit the gold button and the invisibility shield comes to life around the two-man pod.  Tomorrow we’ll be inside, invisible stowaways in Infinity II’s cargo belly.

“Ready for home, brother?” 

“Home?” Shem points at our junk-hut, confused. 

“No, Shem,” I point to the sky, “Seattle.”