Day: April 9, 2008

Sophea T. Amari

Sitting on the moon

Neat as a pin. She folded her hands tidily over her lap and started whistling a strange, haunting tune. The moon smiled as he watched her, how angelic she looked. “Come along, September, driving in October. Dreadful cloudy storms ahead, usher in November,” she sang. Her voice was melodic and pure. The stars beamed in …