Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dance with the Moon

by Ingrid Prohaska

“I love the moon,” she said - I was holding her in my arms dancing to our song, “the moon is always with me.”

I smiled. I really like her kind of philosophy, now interested in what would follow.

“I know the moon is here all the time, visible or not, day and night, no matter if I pay attention on it or not; no matter if I am in a good mood or in a bad one. The moon is like a reliable friend.”

“I’m with you, too.” I said.

“Yes,” she replied, “but how long will you be with me?”

“Forever.” I said – suddenly worried how I could have made such a promise.

She looked at me. “How do you know? None of us knows the future. Do we?”

I felt her head on my shoulder again.

Still dancing I held her closer.

“I love you,” I just said.

Copyright © Ingrid Prohaska


  1. Mmm interesting. That is definitely a bit of flash fiction that deserves a deeper look. Would love to know who these people are... and who that moon is.

  2. ... and how it feels to have the moon as a reliable friend when she waxes and wanes so, and when the tides move and pull with her. Very compelling story. :)

  3. Thank you very much for your thoughts, Jeff! I'll keep it in my mind; maybe there'll be a longer version - one day :)

  4. What a loveley and touching story.I enjoyed it very much.Sonja

  5. Welcome Sonja! Thanks for reading and your comment. It makes me happy that you liked it.