Tuesday, September 20, 2005


Tara spent her vacation reclining on a rainbow. The sun glowed perfectly all day long, and replaced the moon and stars at night. She marveled at the clouds in the sky dissolving into dew as they approached her. The metamorphosis stimulated her eyes in a manner to make the Northern Lights seem like a monochrome sunset. She swam in a fog of colors she'd never been aware of. They soaked into her skin, tanning her brightly and with fine-toned nuances, as if she were a canvas for a master to paint. Suddenly she perceived the moon hovering towards her, visible despite the solar rays straining futilely to drown it out. Thick tears dripped from the moon's countenance, landing near her, on her, the warm drops of a summer shower. She sat up with surprise, fixing her questioning gaze on the lunar disc. "Why are you so sad?" she asked it. "I am sad," the moon sniffed, "because I have never seen a rainbow."

Story #281

5 comments:

Jamie Dawn said...

Beautifully written.

Doug said...

I'm with Jamie Dawn. I mean, not physically but...I agree.

The Mushroom said...

I agree with all of the above.

You, you were on a moonbeam
And me, I was on a star
And everything was blue-green
And everything was wrong...
-- Men Without Hats, "Moonbeam"

Indeterminacy said...

Jamie: Thank you once again. I always hope I do well, but when I read the truly great authors I get a sudden inferiority complex.

Doug: You can't fool me. You're on the rainbow with Tara.

Mush: This is the second time you've quoted Men Without Hats. First time was "The Safety Dance" Or maybe I'm getting mixed up. In this case I don't know the song you mention. But now I do. Thanks. I'm not sure of the lyrics of "Stardust", but they might fit also.

Cori said...

awww.... very tender!