*** *** Weekend Write-In for 18th May 2018 *** ***

"blunt": In 500 words, tell what happens when it's blunt

Dangerous.

The three humans crouched together in their cave. The older man was carving the blunt edge of a long stick.

'This is some kind of trouble,' he muttered. 

'Easy mate,' reassured the younger man. 'We don't want to make the same mistake as the others.'

The girl glared at him. 'At least my uncle's trying to do something.'

'Yeah well, we need to have us a heart to heart, beautiful, because you and your uncle must be high if you think we can fight them with sharp sticks!'

She glared again. 'So no bravery from you eh? Well write it on some postcards. Some of us aren't so far gone that we won't fight back!'

The younger man shook his head. 'Don't give me those eyes, beautiful. At least we know where we are now - the aliens took us to their staging post.'

The older man scratched his chin. 'Moon landing ... and nobody on Earth detected them!'

The young man shook his head fatalistically. 'All the so called wise men in government and your lot didn't fund some sort of early warning.'

The young woman stepped in front of the two men. 'There's no use recriminating. We're the only ones from the abducted VIP group to get away. We have to warn the earth!'

'Not now. We'll have to stay the night and lie low. Chance it in the morning.'

'We might be dead in the morning, like ... like ...' she broke down.

Her uncle put his arm around her shoulder. 'John died instantly. He wouldn't have felt a thing. But we're going to make it, do you hear me? We're going to get to the satellites, send a message and I'm going to carry you home if it's the last thing I do!'

The younger man nodded. 'Ok! We have a plan ... just wish I had a drink. There's never a bartender around when you need one!'

'I would love, love, LOVE a drink!' the young woman agreed. 

'There were two moon bases according to our guide at NASA. Lunar and Bedlam.'

The younger man looked at the girl's uncle. 'Yes and the remote communications are at the latter. If there's any justice we'll be able to sneak back to Bedlam and then ... damn, how do we operate the system??'

The Uncle smiled. 'When I was a boy, back in 1973, my father the Major-General, got me a tour of the moon base simulations. They were just launching Bedlam and at the time I was very into anything space-age. They arranged for me to go on one of the early simulators.'

'Do you still remember how they operate?'

Uncle Crispin grinned. 'I once said If time was all I have, I'd spend it on learning everything about rockets and space trivia. Of course that's before I went into politics and became an MP but ... anyway I think I can do it once we're rotated around towards the earth and facing the sun. This artificial gravity bubble the aliens put in for the abductees helps... but I'll need complete freedom from distractions. Will you keep Emily safe, while I work? I need to trust in that explicitly.'

'I'll be your man for that job,' James replied, grinning.

Emily had a tear in her eye - her uncle couldn't love her better and maybe they would get out of this alive and all three Blunts would save the earth.

She spared a final thought for her lost husband and whispered. 'Goodbye my lover!'

NOTE: I got virtually all song and album references in - check them for yourself - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Blunt_discography