When I look to the moon, I see only reflected light. The shining is a barrier to the substance of the surface. Tenuous and ephemeral, it is nonetheless impermeable to me. Crust, mantle, core: the shining of the moon is less than the sum of its parts.
Now we are walking together through the night, you and I, your small hand warm in mine. I begin to question the intractability of my understanding. Where my mother saw the universality of fate, I have always found certainty in the mathematics of the spheres. But the moonlight on your upturned face reflects more than 1.278 seconds worth of bright certitude.
We scatter my mother’s ashes under the stars. They are dark and gritty. The wind whirls them up and away, a last letting go of the material. We watch in silence, two motes on a hill under heaven.
“Look! I see Grandmama!” You are pointing up at the familiar configuration of lunar seas.
“I see her too,” I answer, looking at you.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt.
You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words. This week’s word is:
1. having recently come into existence
2. a (1) : having been seen, used, or known for a shorttime (2) : unfamiliar b : being other than the former or old
3. having been in a relationship or condition but a short time <new to the job> <a new wife>
This post also addresses this week’s Write On Edge prompt:
The prompt: You have 500 words to write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, which includes the phrase “to the moon.