This is my second appearance with the awesome folks at Flash Fiction Online!
This story began as a writing prompt with some online friends: someone wants something they can’t have. I thought of my brother when he was a little bitty dude, and my dad would bundle him up and take him outside to see the moon and stars before bedtime.
“Get his nose cold, then pop him into bed,” Dad would say. And if the sky was clear and the moon was out, my brother would invariably reach up and say, “moon?”
He was a lot younger then than the little dudette in the story, and the result is … well, go see for yourself. It’s free to read at Flash Fiction Online. (and you can subscribe, too! Ten bucks gets you a year’s worth of issues! What a deal!)