Sebastian Lopez sat on his favourite rock at Lawson’s Bay, dangling his feet in the water and feeling the refreshing waves lap against his shins. A narrow stream of moonlight flickered from one wave to the next and Sebastian smiled at the thought of the flickers never being able to create an knowable pattern. I am the opposite to moonlight, he thought. Sebastian lay back on his rock, placing his hands behind his head and enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing around the entirety of the bay. He felt his body relax as he absorbed the view of the thousands of stars forming his galaxy, his back saoking in the last of the day’s heat from the smooth surface of the rock. There was so much to love about coming down to the beach at night, but, more than anything, Sebastian loved the conversations he had with the moon.
Once a month, the moon would allow Sebastian to enjoy the view and encourage him to ask three questions. The questions could be about anything but, often, the moon didn’t know the answer. Sebastian had already visited the moon three times, and, following a few questions focussing on why the world had invented different rules for children and adults, Sebastian thought it best to stick with the topics that the moon might know.
During the four weeks between one visit and the next, Sebastian wrote down any questions that came to mind and then, on the day of the visit, he would find a comfortable space, select his best three questions and make his way down to the beach. Watching a satellite move overhead, Sebastian forgot for a moment why he was here, when the deep, calming voice of the moon echoed through the sky.
“Good evening, Sebastian.”
“Good evening, Moon,” Sebastian replied, smiling at the glowing orb in the sky. “I have my three questions if you are ready.”
The moon took a moment to respond. “That is perfect news, Sebastian. You may ask when you are ready.”
Sebastian wished that their conversations revolved around more than just his questions, but he tried not to take advantage of the time he got to spend with The Moon.
“Excuse me, Moon,” began Daniel. “Why are there stars rather than no stars?”
After several seconds of silence, The Moon replied, “If there were no stars, Sebastian, then there would be nothing but darkness in the night sky, and there would be nothing but night sky.”
Sebastian always thought that it might be rude to write down the Moon’s responses, meaning he tried to remember The Moon’s anwers until he arrived home later that night.
“Thank you, Moon,” Sebastian said.
“You are more than welcome,” replied The Moon.
“How come you never fall out of the sky, Moon?”
“I am here not by choice, and you cannot know what you do not choose.”
Again, Sebastian wished there was more time to think about what was said, but, unfortunately, there was only time for the third and final question.
“Where do you go during the day?” asked Sebastian.
“I visit wherever I am needed. Sometimes it is here, sometimes it is there, but there will always be somewhere that needs my light.”
The moon’s presence vanished from the air as if someone turned the volume back up on the waves and the wind. Sebastian enjoyed the symphony of ocean sounds for a little while longer before getting to his feet, dusting himself off, picking up his belongings and heading home to continue thinking about the next three questions he would ask in another month.
My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.
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