Just then the moon came out.

The response was unanimous. “Whoever heard of a moon ‘coming out’ ”.

“And why not” the moon said with anger in his voice, and a little trepidation. “Are you trying to oppress the moon or something?”

“No, no” was the reply, “it just seems a little odd to have a queer moon. Anyway, are you going to rise tonight or just sit there on the horizon sulking?”

The moon started the slow journey up into the heights. To be sure the silvery suit glimmering in the light suited him rather well.

The director breathed a sigh of relief. “Trees, to your places. Bottom over there! Can we get on with the dress rehearsal now.”

Chris Jeffries September 2018