The Night I Borrowed the Moon
Taking the moon down for one night seems entirely reasonable, right up until the tide arrives at the front gate.
12 pages · hardcover 8×8" (20×20cm)
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For Maeve, who put it back.
Dedication
The moon came down low over the roofs that night. Low enough, Maeve thought, to borrow.
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It came in through the window with a sound like a held breath, and the room turned white.
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By midnight the sea had come up the lane to look for it. It was already at the gate.
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Maeve tried to put it back. The window had got smaller.
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So Maeve took it up the hill in the wheelbarrow. The water came up the hill too.
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At the top Maeve pushed it at the sky. The sky would not take it back. The hill was an island now.
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The moon was going dull in her arms, like something kept too long in a pocket.
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It was not the moon the sea wanted. It was the *pull* of it. Maeve had taken the string, not the kite.
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Maeve stopped holding on and gave it one push. Just one.
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It went up the way a cork comes up. The white came back into it on the way.
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The sea went home so fast it left fish in the hedges. It did not apologize.
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There are still scales in that hedge. The moon stays up now. Maeve has not borrowed anything since.
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