Remembering the Moon

 

When I was little, I wanted to visit the moon.

My mother laughed. Not in that way the other mothers laughed at their kids. Their laughter sounded like chickadees or Christmas bells. And they looked at their sons and daughters, ruffling hair or kissing cheeks, as if to say, “Aren’t they cute?” My mother’s chuckling didn’t say, “Isn’t she cute?” It was a combination of dismissal and disappointment. I never knew how someone could make laughter sound so unpleasant.

My father explained the distance between the earth and the moon. He was “practical” and had no patience for dreamers. That is to say, he had no patience for me.

My grandparents said I was spoiled. Which had nothing to do with the moon, really, but they never missed a chance to say it.

My teacher smiled and told me about astronauts. Which is exactly the sort of person she was. I should have expected her to do something like that. Instead of asking more about traveling to the moon, I demanded to know why she was telling me this. Then I cried and asked if I could live with her and she got that look on her face like when she had to send someone to the principal’s office. She didn’t call on me for the rest of the year. I remember being young, wanting things I couldn’t have. I remember Ms. Haley. And I know she remembers me.

 

 

 

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30 thoughts on “Remembering the Moon

  1. Pingback: #BlogBattle Stories: Moon | BlogBattle

  2. That reads like part of a book excerpt with a remembrance of a child reflecting on growing up. As Geoff said, it draws sadness in very quickly. Not sure about psychiatric creepy though because it’s exactly the sort of unspoken thought children have when comparing uncaring parents with someone who shows an interest. A sort of emotional transfer. You then built in the teachers reaction too. Helping and getting antsy when a pupil crosses a line with something that could cause trouble if it was pursued.

    Great writing 😊

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    • One of the things I love about flash fiction is that it hints at things. Readers can interpret stories in different ways – have a different ending in mind or a different backstory. It’s wonderful.

      Yes. The teacher. Wasn’t sure where that was going to go but…there she was. Dealing with a student who has crossed a line and not being able to work with the parents on it. Not good.

      Thanks so much, Gary. 🙂

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      • Very true. I often use flash fiction to explore backstory ideas that I can piece together at a later date to use alongside a WIP.

        The teacher was a fascinating character to read. I imagine it happens more than we think where lines are crossed and it all becomes very complicated very quick.

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  3. There’s science fiction moon stories, werewolf moon stories, and then absolute gems like this, which turn the crutch of genre on its head.

    A brief yet astute examination of childhood relationships through memory, not solely focused on the moon (the inclusion of the grandparents’ opinions make for a more realistic narrator) but elegantly tied together all the same.

    Bravo.

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    • Thank you so much! What a lovely comment.

      You know, I had the grandparents in there just like this and thought I should write more about them but, eh, I didn’t want to. That was their take on the situation. Much appreciated.

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  4. I’m late, but I’m pleased. I got to read all these lovely comments, too. I agree, Sarah. This is a very clever piece and, of course, I want to hug that little child too, but you know, as a teacher, those hugs can be misinterpreted. For some, they may as well be sent to the moon. They are definitely sent into isolation. Lovely writing. I hope I get to read more of it soon.

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