Moon Monologue

I’ve been walking down this dirt path for hours, and the only thing running through my mind is how ready for a rest I am. The sun is especially radiant right now, seeing as it’s almost sunset. The rays seem as if they’re pinching my skin, but not to tightly. Almost like a baby who’s grasping with all of her might, but still isn’t quite strong enough to cause any actual pain. The thought of babies sends my mind reeling into the unfortunate darkness that is my memory. I see my smiling little girl flash across my vision; see her hair as sleek and dark as a raven’s feather, much like mine. I see her deep, bright eyes twinkling like stars far in space, much like her mother’s. Then the screaming. What a horrible sound. Crying, screaming, her mother calling my name; the
I smoothly replied, “I’d give a fortune to live where I could see me a sun do that every evening.” She watches me for a long moment, then says passively, “Does it every evening.” She sits down in her chair again, and I can feel my body relax a little more. I haven’t lost them yet. I carry on a conversation with the woman for a few more moments, laying on as much sugar and charm I can muster. She asked me my name and where I was from, but of course I couldn’t give a real answer. With the accident and the police after me, the man who shared a lovely daughter with a gorgeous wife was long gone, just like they were. I’m brought back, only to realize that I was staring directly at the girl who’s name I now know to be Lucynell. I turn to her mother, named Lucynell as well, and simply inquire, “Pardon?” With lidded, unblinking eyes she repeats, “I told you, you could hang around and work for food, if you don’t mind sleeping in that car yonder.” I’m first overjoyed and ecstatic from hearing these words, but then encompassed with a heavy feeling of guilt. Everything was going according to plan, but that meant nothing good for them. I shook the thought