“Look up there, the moon is green
tonight.”
I looked up to the muddy grey sky, at
the off-white moon that floated in the middle of the smog and the light
pollution. It looked just the same as always to me.
“Woah, it
is really green!” I said incredulously. Lance nodded with a solemn wisdom. We
sat in silence for a while longer.
“Its
because the lawns are really coming in.”
“Huh?”
“The lawns.
On the moon. They tried to put down sod at first but it didn’t take and it all
died. The moon got really yellow around then. But then they tried over with
seeds, and it looks like the lawns are finally really coming in.”
That made
sense to me. The moon seems like it could really do with some grass, the videos
from the moon landings and stuff always looked really bleak. I squinted
intensely at the little bright oval and tried as hard as I could to see it as
green, but nothing.
“Yeah, they
must be,” I agreed. “Really green tonight.”
After a
while we got up and started walking back home. I couldn’t look up at the green
moon while we walked because I had to keep my attention on my feet. I had to
time each step perfectly, and sometimes I’d have to take a big jump once I fell
behind, making sure each foot landed squarely in the middle of each concrete
block of sidewalk. I peeked over at Lance who was walking in the same way. When
I looked back down, I froze. My right sneaker was stuck to the ground, the
white oval of the toe breaking the clean black line between two slabs of
concrete.
“Lance.” I
was terrified. He stopped and looked at me, and then followed my gaze down to
my shoe. He looked back up at my eyes.
“Oh shit,”
he said. “Mom.” Then he took off down the block, running back to where our
mother would be collapsed across the living room floor, broken. I stepped off
the sidewalk into the street and walked home, shamefully, through the green
moonlight.
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