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Stan and the Moon Shadow<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n By Su Shafer<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It was THE SOLAR ECLIPSE DAY! <\/p>\n\n\n\n When he got out of bed, the moon was moving in the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As it always was, of course, but with more excitement that day than usual. <\/p> \n\n\n\n It was common place for the moon to be seen in the daytime, but today <\/p>\n\n\n\n It would meet the sun face to face and wear its fiery crown, as <\/p>\n\n\n\n The Earth looked on, far below.<\/p> \n\n\n\n It was a big day for the moon, but for Stanley, not so much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just another passing shadow added to a life <\/p>\n\n\n\n Where everything was painted with a leaden umbra.<\/p> \n\n\n\n When he opened his eyes, his room overflowed with a dull gloom<\/p> \n\n\n\n More than darkness, as if the blackness in his dreams spilled <\/p>\n\n\n\n Out of his head and flooded the air, staining the carpet like an oil spill, <\/p> \n\n\n\n Turning white walls a dirty gray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Flipping the light on, the shadows scattered like roaches, <\/p>\n\n\n\n Cowering behind the dresser, huddling under the chair. <\/p> \n\n\n\n Dispersed but not dispelled. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But still, this was a victory. Always the goal of his day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There’s no way to rid oneself of shadows, <\/p> \n\n\n\n But he could, if he tried, keep them at bay. <\/p> \n\n\n\n They were loitering everywhere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Swirled into the black of his coffee, <\/p> \n\n\n\n Pressed between the newspaper pages <\/p>\n\n\n\n As he breakfasted on granola and obituaries. <\/p>\n\n\n\n They peeked out of the cat kibble as he poured it in the bowl.<\/p> \n\n\n\n Every step on the porch covered the one below with a cold carpet of shadow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n His hand grasping the rail for balance sent a dark portrait of his frailty<\/p>\n\n\n\n To the concrete canvas of the patio. <\/p> \n\n\n\n He felt the shadows growing around him, lurking. <\/p> \n\n\n\n Hovering over him like a Stygian claw, <\/p>\n\n\n\n Then slipping back to nonchalance when he turned.<\/p> \n\n\n\n But they would get him one day, he knew. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s what happened to people his age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One day, perhaps soon, he would blink or sneeze, <\/p> \n\n\n\n And a shadow would rush in like a sneaker wave <\/p>\n\n\n\n And swallow him whole. And he’d be gone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Alone and lost in a dark endless void of nothingness.<\/p> \n\n\n\n He didn’t need to look up to know when the trickster moon stole the sun’s blazing crown. <\/p> \n\n\n\n The day darkened and became the moon’s shadow. Then the show was over.<\/p> \n\n\n\n The moon took off the golden crown with a quick bow and moved off stage.<\/p> \n\n\n\n That’s all we get<\/em>, Stanley thought. Even the moon. Just one little minute to shine in the sun.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Su Shafer<\/strong> is a creative crafter, fabricating bits of writing in poetry and short stories, and other bits into characters that appear in paintings or sit on various bookshelves and coffee tables.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She lives in a cottage on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington, where the tea kettle is always whistling and the biscuits freshly baked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One never knows who might stop by to share a rainy afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Su Shafer\u2019s writing can be enjoyed on the Sparks pages of The Write Spot Blog, The Write Spot to Jumpstart Your Writing:\u00a0<\/em>Discoveries<\/em><\/a> <\/em>and The Write Spot:\u00a0<\/em>Musings and Ravings From a Pandemic Year<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page. Stan and the Moon Shadow By Su Shafer It was THE SOLAR ECLIPSE DAY! 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