Sunday, time for Sunday Photo Fiction, a chance to turn a photo into Flash Fiction of somewhere between 100-200 words. This is my first shot at it. Follow the link and give it a try, too.
I was just washing my window, the living-room one that overlooks the Pacific, when I rubbed the bottom of the moon away.
I wasn’t using anything other than plain-old Windex, when, poof, I smeared a piece of the Earth’s satellite from the sky.
One minute it was a full moon, the next it was, well, you see it. It’s not all there any more.
The sad thing is, I have no idea how to undo it. I would’ve tried spraying and wiping again, but I was worried I’d make more vanish. And the moon is so little as it is, I can’t bear the idea of making more disappear.
Please forgive me. I’m truly sorry and would never have cleaned my window at that time of night if I’d known this was going to happen. I promise, I won’t ever do it again.
But let me know if it’s too hot one day, and I can try cleaning the window when the sun is out.