Seven Years Old
I don't see it. They keep talking about a man in the moon, but all I see is a glowing white circle taking up my whole sky. There's some dark spots on it, but no man. Is it a stick figure?
"I don't see a man!" I whine from the back seat of the old Ford Escort.
"There's a man in the moon. Don't you see the face?" my sister calls from beside me.
I sneak another look.
All I see are black splotches.
An hour or so later, he appears.
The man in the moon. No, it wasn't a stick figure. There was a face on the moon.
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Maybe all it took was a change in perspective.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
