Welcome to this week’s installment of many micro stories, ranging in length from 100 words to 500 words.
With each story we hope to deliver a little whimsy into the lives of our readers.
MOON’S CHILD
The golden moon’s swollen belly hangs low over the trees. Wind stirs the branches, rustling brown and red leaves from their slumber. I call to the moon, and the moon calls to me. We are one.
Wiry gray hair sprouts along my arms and legs. My teeth and spine elongate. Like the tides of the oceans, the moon pulls me, molds me, remakes me. I shed my humanity like an old, worn jacket. I am born anew.
I run through the tall trees, wild and free.
I call to the moon, and the moon calls to me. We are one.
Sarah EA Hart is an Autistic and disabled writer who loves examining the underbelly of society and looking for the cracks of light under which forgotten people flourish. She is in her final year of Emerson College’s MFA program in Popular Fiction Writing & Publishing. She lives in Virginia with her husband and their cats. You can find her on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/authorsaraheahart) and on her author website (www.saraheahart.com).
If you enjoyed this story you can find it and more in the Hawthorn & Ash 2023 anthology.
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