Three - Noah

I sat wrapped in a holey blanket I had found in a skip in a back alley; it was about ten o’clock I guessed, but I didn’t know for sure because someone had stolen my watch the previous night, while I lay asleep in a doorway. The wind was bitterly cold and I buried my head deeper into the blanket, glad that my hair was long enough to protect my ears from the wind. My fingers were blue with cold and my stomach ached from hunger. I had had nothing to eat over the whole day and my insides were revolting against the lack of food.

I curled up tighter, hugging my stomach. My mind wandered to my parents and to my five siblings. I wondered where they were now, if they were all okay, and if they had eaten today.

Above me the moon hung, opal-like and silent. It had no trouble with me, or with my questions, we were far below its notice; far below its home among the stars.

I turned over, resting on my other side so that I would not have to look upon its cold uncaring face - there was too much hardship in the world to bother with callous moons.

The darkness deepened and I eventually drifted into uneasy sleep, my tears freezing on my cheeks where they fell.

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

ohhh really intruging (sp?) maybe my fave so far. i love him saying the moon has no problems with him or his questions, it's like the rest of the world does.
must continue.

[Eira Anchor]

oooh they all end looking at the moon. intriguing.
you might like this play im going to see (with beth preece i think) about "teenage issues" and that. It actually looks real good believe it or not. but then... it is a musical. you dont seem like the musical type.
oh well, come along if you like.

oh and what's the shizz with the "panto"? is beth m a-coming?