This is my Merry Christmas present. :)
I
wrote this little Christmas tale in the late 90s at LSE's old library
(before it was transformed into an eye-catching, super-pretentious shopping-center-style building) where you always could find a cozy corner where nobody's
eyes could catch you so you could write stories like this. I think that is why at the time I wrote a good number of little stories. This little
tiny one was written right before Xmas. Maybe you will like it and in any
case, Merry Xmas and hope you are going to have a pleasant and peaceful day.
The Lost Moon
Did I tell you about
the Moon and the night when the sky lost the Moon? No! I don't think I did, I'll make it brief
then:
She wanted to be a
mother, but could not. Mother Nature had forbidden her to have a child, since
one moon was enough for the people living on Earth. There was to be only one, like the Sun, or
God. Yet to be a mother without a child
is a pain which only mothers can understand.
Anyway! One night when she was at her fullest, and the sky was clear,
she saw a little girl looking up at her, eyes full of wonder, from the window
of a little cottage. Her mother had just told her the story of how long ago the
Moon had fallen in love with a shepherd on a remote mountain. Now she was looking at the Moon, to see
whether she could see the shepherd or his flock.
With the first look
that the Moon cast on the little girl, she fell in love with her, in a way that
she had never loved anyone before. It
was a secret love since no one, not even the little girl, knew how much the
Moon was in love with her. Every night
when the sky was clear, she could see her asleep in her room. Until one night she was so close that she
could hear her talking with her mother about her Christmas present. Her mother was talking about a big surprise
present. However, when the little girl
kept asking for a clue, she said that the present could not be brought inside
the house, let alone be wrapped up. So
she shouldn't look for her present hanging over the hearth…
Soon after, but of
course too long for the little girl, came Christmas night. The sky was clear and stars were
glittering. Mist enwrapped the field in
front of the house, and her window was hidden under the haze of it. The Moon couldn't see the little girl, so she
decided to come closer to see her better.
Soon she found herself
in the shape of a shiny little ball in a field outside her window. When she
tried to look inside, she saw the little girl standing at the window, and
looking back at her. She was waiting for
Father Christmas. But when the little
girl saw the little shiny ball shimmering amidst the thick mist, happiness
surged through her heart. She thought:
"So this is my
surprise present?" and then, "but it is so cold outside, surely my
mother didn't mean to keep her out in the cold - she might catch cold, I'd
better bring her in". So she slowly
walked downstairs; on her way down she did not hear the noise from the
hearth. It was Father Christmas,
delivering a statue of a magic little pony, which with one touch of the field
would become a real one.
She opened the door and
ran to the field and took the Moon to the house. Shortly afterwards, the Moon found herself
tightly wrapped up in her bed, with the little girl hugging her. Now there was nothing, nothing on earth that
could send her back up there. That was
the only night that the sky had no moon.
However, it was also the only night that the moon had her sunshine.
هیچ نظری موجود نیست:
ارسال یک نظر