When she was little, she thought the moon was an egg.  A round one.  But an egg.  Each month, when the moon was full, she would wait for it to crack open and drop its slimy yolk into the sky.
            Then, as she grew, thought the moon was a colorless eye staring and watching her every move.  Every month, she would hide in her room, but stripes of white moon eye would peep though her window.
            Then she was grown and met Bill, a morning person.  They quickly got married and moved into a house, two kids and a dog.  They all went to sleep by 7 p.m, and she forgot all about the moon.
            Till one night the phone rings, hangs up, and rings some more.  She goes to the window and stares at her long lost moon.  It is full and looks like the golf ball her husband must be using those mornings away from her.
            She looks again and it turns into a numberless clock or, perhaps, a dinner plate.
            Finally, she sees that the moon is the other woman’s featureless face.  No eyes or nose, just a hungry kiss mouth on the white moonscape.  She wants to wake her husband to show him, show him the proof so she can leave him once and for all.
            But instead, she gets little again, goes back to thinking the moon is an egg and waits for the cracks to appear.


Francine Witte: is a poet, playwright and fiction writer living in New York City. Her flash fiction has appeared in Doorknobs and BodyPaint, in posse review, slow trains literary journals as well as numerous print journals. Her flash fiction chapbook, The Wind Twirls Everything was published by MuscleHead Press, a division of Boneworld Publishing in Russell, NY. Her poetry chapbook, The Magic in the Streets was published by Owl Creek Press as first prize winner of their chapbook contest. She has received three Pushcart Prize nominations. She is a graduate of the University of Vermont, SUNY Binghamton and Vermont College. She teaches English at Norman Thomas High School in mid-town Manhattan. Please visit her website -- frangirl.com.

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