The Haunted Traveler December 2017 Edition

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That’s why even though she was scary, he knew she was a Good person. HeelSole
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Once the moon could be seen from the balcony, the little boy waved. She could not
stare back but he knew she could see him. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the
drawing he had made of them. In a bright orange circle lay a small line work figure
complete with a red shirt and a big smile. Next to it was a grey blob, a figure you could
only decipher if you had looked at the naked inhuman celestial body.
The little boy opened the door to the balcony and walked into the night. Pushing his
little hand as far as he could over the bannister he stretched his drawing into the sky for
The Moon to see. He tried to look up at her face; he was trying to humanize the thing
hooked by its flesh, floating naked in the sky. Standing on his tippy toes, the little boy
tried to push further, he just wanted to see her smile, and he wanted to show that he
loved her, just like she loved him. The circles in the drawing are holding hands, The Sun
and The Moon love each other.
The lady opened her chest like a tangerine and peeled her ribs back for the boy to see.
The boy tried to climb up higher, it looks warm in there, he thought. The Moon must
be so warm just like the sun, he thought, you must be able to stay comfortable all night
in a place like that. He tossed the drawing to the ground and leaned further onto the
bannister, trying to get as close as he could.
The mother woke up promptly at six am. Busy as she was, she was an endless well of
love for organization and her small son. She walked into her living area and noticed the
balcony door swung upon like a horse and carriage waiting for a princess. She stared
at the curtains, blowing in the early dawn, and raced to her son’s room. Instead of her
small boy, a lump of blankets and pillows were resting in his bed. She screamed her
son’s name like she was God and she needed a favor, like he was the only blessed one
in the lot of them.
In the young and undeveloped morning, the sun stretched its rays over the city,
baptizing the masses in light, as the mother stood, looking at her red son.