The moon broke from the ebony sky and free fell down to Earth. People were too occupied with their night-time rushing to notice, but Meana and her friend saw. It passed clean through the plate glass window of the restaurant they sat in, merging atoms briefly with the pane but without cracking a splinter of glass or making the merest of sounds. It hovered then, that glowing orb, near the ceiling of the room, contained to the size of a beach ball, but not everyone realized that the heavenly miracle had occurred. The waiter passed by and did not look up. The other guests did not turn their heads to see. Only Meana and her friend noticed the attention of the celestial body as it paid its tribute. Meana saw a face in the moon, serene, beatific, and a smile forming on the countenance, casting its illumination over her. She returned her own smile, casting it upwards. Her friend began to dream with eyes unsleeping - her bed was on the wrong side of the house, and she never saw the moon in the black sky outside her window, only wished she could. Meana did not have to dream - she'd been in love with the moon since the first time its rays shone into her bed.
Story #381
And now I would like to introduce a new Weblog to you, called Creations of Another Nature. I think you will find there a wonderous merging of images and thoughts. The topmost post at the moment is entitled "Simplicity" - the first word that came to mind when I read through the week's postings. Beauty and elegance in simplicity. If you are feeling disharmonic with the world right now, I think you can cure that by taking some time at Creations...
P.S. Thanks to everyone who shared a story last week!
13 comments:
You are too kind.. Wow.. thank you..
Well, thank you! Your blog got off to a great start and I felt like telling everyone about it.
Everyone: A little later I'll post a photo for the next round of stories. I'm not shure yet which one to use.
"Gosh, Ginny," said Wendy as the girls watched the low-budget sci-fi movie. "Maybe this after-school film club would attract more people if we could get some decent movies."
"I have plenty of decent movies at home," Wendy said. "But Mr. Ives said that we couldn't air them without getting permission from the production company since we're charging $3 a head. It's not like we're making a profit or anything! That barely covers the cost of popcorn and renting out the auditorium for the afternoon. I fear that we have to declare the Afternoon Movie Club a dismal failure."
"Yeah, that sucks, but I agree. What do you want to do instead, now that we have afternoons free?"
"I can't think of anything productive. So let's go down by the creek with Jason and Veronica and smoke some chronic."
As Ginny and Wendy exited the building, Mr. Ives watched them through his coke bottle glasses, congratulating himself on discouraging the two bright young ladies from wasting their minds on meaningless entertainment.
Cheesemeister - I loved your story, and it actually brings back memories. In 7th grade I attended a school which showed old film serials during lunch break. For 25 cents or something you could watch - that would be $3 in modern money, I'm sure.
That story had a lovely ending. It reminded me of the much sillier Arnold Lobel story that Toyplayer liked when he was younger, where Owl notices that the moon is following him and invites it into his house.
Thanks Mrs. W. I will have to look for that story. My favorite moon story is "Many Moons", a wonderful childrens book by James Thurber.
I thought those girls looked familiar. Not the first orb I was dumped for, either.
Nice inde, the sotry worked well and the coloring of the photo goes well with a story of celestial bodies.
Happy Thanksgiving, Indie. It's good to know there's at least one turkey in Germany.
Doug: Damn, I invariably forget about the Thanksgiving holiday because it isn't celebrated in Germany. Happy thanksgiving to you too!
Cooper: Thank you - the way the girl glows in the picture definitely looked celestial to me. I'm glad you liked this.
Indie,
Your story for this picture is so cool that all I can say is "Wow!"
Imagine that...me, speechless.
Cheesemeister: Thank you for these really nice words. I hope you will still write, even when you're speechless, because your imagination is truly at the wow level.
Lovely Indie!
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