The Girl who Walked the Moon

There was a sharp moon that night. As bright as the elderly neighbor had ever seen in a hundred years. The man told stories of his past life. Adventures upon adventures! But the children's favorite was the girl who walked the moon. The man was told to be 111 years old this winter, he certainly looked so. He was frail, made of wrinkles, but most of all, witty. This is what struck the children. But the stories! How they believed such fairytales... or were they?

The story went as if a normal night. The elderly man was just a boy. 6 or so. He had been outside walking to the fields where he went every morning before dawn. But this was not an ordinary night. The moon had been so bright, it had blinded anyone who looked at it. Report after report of blinded person had come after that night. It was much brighter than this night. But yet, this night was much brighter than the other nights.

That night, the night that changed the elderly man's life forever, was a magnificent one. It looked almost as if it was the daytimes, except... the sky was dark... but the earth was bright! How could this be?! The children did not know, but they were too stricken with this magnetizing story to stop and ask.

The moon happened to not be the strangest thing that night. All of the sudden, there was a shadow on the ground! Of a girl! The once young boy looked up to the bright moon and saw an unbelievable sight. There was a girl, who seemed to be walking across the top of the moon! He looked at her. She looked at him. Their eyes locked, and she ran down to the little boy, across thin air. She said four words, "One hundred and eleven,". It had confused the man until he got into his 100's. And now he realizes, that this winter, his birthday, will be the last one. A great one. The moon is coming.