This piece was written
for Flash!Friday with the photo and the setting “moon” as a prompt. Although my
story for Warmup Wednesday also included the moon, I wanted to break away from
that world and write a standalone piece.
Moonstruck
I was born on a
Monday. People said my mother was moonstruck and had to go away after I was
born. Father said mother was an elf and had to go back to the elf world.
Father showed me the
giant mound where her world was hidden. He said when I turned sixteen I could
go and see her. He said the roads there were secret. That there was a great
palace of moonrocks where she lived, because elves love the moon. I collected
all the moonrocks I could find. They looked like quartz filled with white moonlight.
The day after my
twelfth birthday I heard the elves singing for the first time. The song came
from inside the mound; melodies filled with strange words. I learnt them and
sang to the elves even though I never saw them even when their voices followed
me home.
People started calling
me moonstruck because I sang to the elves.
People stopped talking
to me.
Father gave me a
suitcase for my sixteenth birthday. He cried when he said I was going to see
the palace where the others like me lived. I went to the mound to tell them I’m
coming. A few said they’ll go with me to keep me company.
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