Diana has another intriguing photo for her March prompt…
The Day The Moon Began To Disappear
A fine dust was falling from the sky, coating everything with a light, ethereal film. The dust settled on the ground like a warm snow fall, yet as I stepped upon it, my feet sank, as if in sand. The powder swallowed each foot and released it as it took it’s next step, leaving not a blemish upon its surface. A strange smell filled the atmosphere.
And that moon… it drew me closer and closer. The eerie glow from the eclipse was almost hypnotic.
I reached the point at which it looked like I was standing directly below this usually friendly satellite of the earth, then squinted upwards. The advice was to never look directly at the sun, but the moon was in the way so I felt no fear.
Until I realised that this dust appeared to be falling directly from the moon..
And that the moon was actually nowhere near the sun…
And that there was indeed a little man sat on this sphere…
Grating.
It all began to make sense… and yet it didn’t.
Now we know for sure that the moon really is made of cheese. The parmesan, stinky sort. That is what the smell had been.
And the ethereal feel of the earth?
Those shavings had taken away a side of the moonlight and laid it upon our surface instead.
Leaving the moon with a dark, dull face.
But I Smile Anyway... 