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A piece of that moon

April 20, 2013

They had been in the house all day, and the moon faded in as the sun sank down the street.

I’d like a piece of that moon, she said, and she put a palm to the windowpane between her and the sky.

We’d all like a piece of it, he said.

He took a sip of cold tea and an ice cube escaped the glass onto his tongue. He rolled it around there, thinking it must just be like that piece of moon, cold and hard, and she danced around the living room, ordinary and strange in the twilight.

2 comments

  1. I would like a piece of that moon too.


  2. Belleofthecarnival, me, as well. :-)



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