I was making crêpes.
I was blithely flipping them in the air.
One of them, as per usual, flew too high and it stuck to the kitchen ceiling.
I sighed, defeated, and prepared a spatula to peel it off.
To my astonishment, when I looked up, the kitchen no longer had a ceiling.
I could now only see the immense, voluminous sky sprayed with sparkly sugar crystal and a colossal round moon, yellow, still hot from the frying pan, winking at me.
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A/N: Music theme song: Mecano: "Hijo de la luna."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
