Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Post-It Note Originated Story


  • Once upon a time, a thoughtful little boy gazed deeply into the night sky and upon the face of the moon. The longer he looked, the more he wondered. So the boy eventually asked; “Dear Moon, how did you become so beautiful and grand?” The wonderful lady who is the moon liked the look of the boy, as he stood with his hands deep in his pockets, frank curiosity on his face, and awe in his eyes. Carefully pulling her long dark tresses over her shoulder, she lent down to whisper her secret to him. As she did so, an angry gale nearly knocked the boy down into the deep grasses, urgently cutting its winding path. It whipped away her words and hurled them into the dark. They flew so far that they caught in the deep blue net above their heads and twinkled there. The moon helped steady the boy on his feet as the wind passed, and slowly looked up to see her words shining unintelligibly in the heavens. The boy desperately hoped that she would repeat that precious phrase, but she did not. She grew pale as the sun cast a fiery glance over the horizon and stood straight again. The boy attempted to grasp her hand as she receded back to her place of watchfulness, but he found that it faded to the point of vanishing. Her pale face flickered when the greater light overtook her and her stars winked out. The boy stood and watched the sun take her place in the heavens, then turned and walked home. He never uttered one word about the meeting to anyone, but wondered evermore.
  • 1 comment:

    Dan said...

    Beautiful story Flowers!
    When the moon puts her hair behind her shoulder it reminds me of when you do that.