Luna: Story of the Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Luna: Story of the Moon

“She’s beautiful,” I said.

I looked up at the painting in front of me. She was a beautiful young woman. Her skin was a soft chocolate brown and her eyes a mesmerizing green. She had long flowing brown hair and a gold dress that reached all the way to the ground. Behind her was the universe. All nine of the planets were perfectly aligned and there were stars and stars and stars. Her face was soft and yet stern at the same time. She looked like a queen and someone who had ruled over nations and nations. Behind her head was the moon. It was shaded and colored in beautifully and shone like the sun. The painting was called, The Lady in the Moon. I turned my head to make sure there weren’t any officers or museum security quickly grabbed it and shoved it gently in the backpack I had been carrying. This was the moment I had been waiting for, a chance to prove to the popular kids in school that I was cool too and could fit in. It was a dangerous scare but the other kids had done some pretty scary stuff too.

I pretended to admire each art working as I made my way through the rest of the museum. I had done some little shoplifting before and knew how to act and what to say if anyone stopped you. As I got closer and closer to the entrance of the museum I could feel that I was being watched. I didn’t know by who or what but it made me uncomfortable. I gave a small farewell gesture towards the ladies working at the front desk and headed towards the front of the museum. The weather outside was beautiful. It was a clear, windless New York day, the perfect time for getting away with theft.

“Young man,” I heard someone behind me say.

I didn’t have time to look behind me as I shoved my hands in my pockets and started running. I didn’t know if the officers started running after me or not, I didn’t have time to look and get caught. I didn’t hear any police sirens as I ran so they must have not tried to come looking for me. I had walked to the museum, since I lived pretty close. So I decided to slow down and walk back by a shortcut I knew through the park. I climbed through a small entrance in the tall fence and walked to the other side. The other side was Central Park. One of the best parks in the world, in some opinion.

I wasn’t sure on where to go next, since I decided I didn’t want to go home. I checked my phone and decided to stop by my grandfather’s house. He lived fairly close to the park, walking distance, and he always had words of wisdom for me. My hands felt a little shaky as I got closer and closer to his house. When I got to the gate that encompassed his small, flower crazy, deep blue house, I stopped.

“Son,” said a voice behind me.

I turned around to see my grandfather walking towards me. I forgot that my grandfather walked his neighborhood almost every single day. I pulled my backpack closer to me and shoved my hands in my pockets. As he approached me I saw that he was wearing his usual hippie like clothes. A loose shirt, loose shorts, and sandals. My grandfather and I were super close, ever since I was a child. I knew it was weird running into him like this, but I knew he wouldn’t ask me any questions, he never really did. When he got arm’s length from me he reached out, gave me a hug, and a kiss on the top of my head.

“Hey what are you doing in the neighborhood?” He asked.

“I just thought I would come by and say hello,” I said. 

He lightly put a hand on my shoulder and led me through the gate and onto the front porch where we both sat on a porch swing. I took off my backpack and laid it gently on the ground by my feet as my grandfather pulled out a blunt from behind his ear and lit it. That was another thing that my grandfather and I both shared, a common love for cannabis. He took a couple of puffs from the blunt before passing it to me. I put my hoodie over my head, my right hand in my pocket and took the blunt with my left hand.

“I don’t know why you hide your face kiddo,” he said.

I looked up at him confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

I took a couple of puffs and passed it to him. He took it, looked the other direction, took a hit, and looked back at me.

“You have a beautiful face. Beautiful brown hair and blue eyes that you hide from the world. Take down your hoodie and let the world see it,” he said.

I never dared to argue with what he told me. I knew just how intelligent he was and he was usually correct in most situations and scenarios. I slowly took down my hoodie and pulled my hand out of my pocket. I looked at my grandfather who was looking admiringly at the clear blue skies above our heads.

“This world is beautiful Jay. The sun, the clouds, the air. It’s all beautiful,” he said.

He handed me the blunt and I too looked up at the sky. I had to admit it was beautiful, wide, and open. Sometimes it frightened me, to think of how small we were in comparison to the rest of the universe.

“It is crazy,” I said.

I took a hit of the blunt and passed it back to him. 

“You want to know something Jay?”

I looked at him with a confused and interested look on my face.

“What’s the something?” I asked. 

He looked up towards the sky as if he was too high to understand what was going on. After some moments he took a deep breath in and then turned his attention back to me. He looked me deep into my eyes. I put my hands back into my pockets.

“The story of Luna,” he said.


“The woman inside the moon.”

Now I was confused. I looked down for some time and thought about what he was saying. Something about the painting seemed so beautiful but I didn’t know what it was, but now was my chance to find out. I wasn’t exactly sure how my grandfather knew that I had that specific painting in my backpack, but I was curious for the story. My grandfather was known for his articulate story telling.


My grandfather turned his attention to me.

“Yes, Jay?”

“Will you tell me the story of Luna?”

His face seemed to light up and his eyes got wide. He turned his body to face mine and he nodded his head.

“Of course. But you have to listen closely.”

“I will, I promise.”

I turned my body to face his and took my hands out of my pockets to fold them at my waist.

“Centuries and centuries ago there was nothing. Nothing but the vastness of the universe. There were no planets, no people, and no signs of modern life. Nothing except Polaris and the stars. Polaris was the brightest star in the sky, and he was the first star that came into existence. He ruled over the other stars and they came to respect him. In times of need they turned to him, in times of change they turned to him, and in times of cosmic energy alteration they turned to him. He would tell stories and legends of his experience ruling the heavens so the other stars named him “The Speaker.” He told stories of triumph, war, lose, and love. But Polaris held a secret that no one else in the skies knew. He was extremely lonely. He didn’t have affection for any other star in the galaxy and this made him very sad.”

“He was the greatest ruler but he wasn’t happy. Funny how things work that way,” I said.

My grandfather looked at me almost puzzled by my statement.

“That’s right.”

He looked back at the group of trees and continued his story.

“When the time came Polaris grew weary and uneasy. Frustrated with his lose for love and fellowship he decided to create a child. He made her to shine brighter than all the other stars in the heavens, except him for him of course, and he filled her with love, joy, happiness, and compassion. But she was different from all the other stars in the sky.”

“How so?” I asked, cutting him off again.

“When Polaris was done with his creation, instead of making her a full star like himself he put her into human form and sent her down to Earth. He watched over her from the skies for years and years. He made her a mate to accompany her needs and wants, and animals for their loving and care. But as time went on, and his daughter grew he found that she wasn’t happy. She didn’t enjoy the leisure life on Earth and she longed to know where she was from, since she didn’t know. The man her father had created for her, Lion, had begun to grow fascinations for things other than her. When her father saw this he grew very upset and distraught. One night when his daughter was on top of her favorite mountain she cried and cried, and wailed to the heavens. She pleaded for help and understanding.”

My grandfather stopped and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at his hands and continued.

“Listening to her plea’s and wails her father waited for her to fall asleep and revealed to her in her dreams that she was his daughter. She was the daughter of the strongest being in the universe and asked her if she wanted to return home. When she answered yes, he took her soul up into the heavens and transformed her into the moon, leaving her body on Earth. He watched as his daughter shone brighter than any other star in the sky. Her shine was so bright that during the night it was the only thing you could see. One moment when her and her father had aligned all the planets and themselves perfectly in the sky she turned to him and asked him a question, “For years I have been nameless father, what would you like me to be called?” he turned to her, and with a smile so sincere and kind he answered, “Luna.” Luna, filled with joy and excitement, finally found her peace and tranquility she was searching for. That night was the brightest night she had ever shone. To this day she continues to bless our nights with light still filled with that joy and excitement.”

I turned and looked up at the skies as my grandfather finished the story. I pictured the painting in my head and admired just how beautiful it was, yet again.

“Legend has it that to this day she continues to walk around the Earth, her spirit still looking for her lost mate created by her father.”

He gestured for me to stand up and walk by his side. He tilted his head towards me, smiled with the softest smile, played with his bear necklace, and put his right hand in his pocket.

“But that’s just a legend,” he said.

As I looked back up into the sky I had begun to wonder if the legend was true, and if Luna would ever lose her excitement and joy. I also wondered if her mate was really out there. What did he look like? What did he dress like? What if he really was out there? What if they found each other again? I asked myself.

What if…

I was thrown out of my thoughts as I heard sirens in the distance. They sounded like they were getting closer. I pulled my hoodie back over my head just in time to watch a cop car drive by.

“I have to go,” I yelled to my grandfather as I got up from the swing, threw my bag over my shoulder, shoved my hands in my pocket, and ran off his porch, past the gate and down the street.  

Submitted: May 29, 2019

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