There’s A Moon Out Tonight
I escaped. From seminary. Ran away, because I could never quite fit in.
Celibacy. The whole dancing on doors thing. You know.
My roommate, he doesn’t suspect a thing.
Nah. He likes to go around the city with me. On the quest for tableaus.
We start before dawn. Sometimes. When the moon nods off on the horizon, just before the sun shines. We look for doors. Surfaces to be our stages. Places upon which to perform. Where we can be Whoever We Please.
It’s easy to pretend, right? When it’s just him and me?
Who would you be, if you could assume an identity? And, all you had to do was find a door. Turn a knob. Push a lever. Step through to a different sparkle of a star.
That’s what I ask myself. Every time I climb atop another scavenged assemblage of wood to play another part. Who am I, right now?
I close my eyes. Imagine the moon. Let my brain waves move my feet. And imagine another door.
Opening. Somewhere. For me.
A fiction series. Long overdue. Because, you must be well-and-truly-sick of reading about my life by now. So, what happened to that door? A series of possibilities. I’ll explore one or several. If it was even a door I passed at an intersection on the way to an appointment. Read the first installment here.
Trackbacks & Pingbacks
- There’s A Moon In The Sky (Called The Moon) | The Accidental Cootchie Mama
- He’s In Love With The Girl In The World | The Accidental Cootchie Mama
- To The Moon And Back | The Accidental Cootchie Mama
- By the Light of the Silvery Moon | The Accidental Cootchie Mama
- Sea of Tranquility | The Accidental Cootchie Mama
There appears to be a dark moon on the rise in that head of yours.
The dark is usually full in that head of mine.
I don’t know how this story will turn out, but, loving the Capris singing “There’s a Moon Out Tonight”. I was a hormone charged Freshman in high school when this song hit the charts and it was a game changer at parties for sure.
I’m trying to imagine you as a hormone-charged freshman, Lou…
The stage is set. Can’t wait to see what happens next.
I never know when I start these, so it’s a surprise for me, too.
Love that whole idea. So romantic!
When I want to start tap dancing in our apartment, MTM will not think so…….
I would think that, once they had a few doors, they wouldn’t need more doors. They’d have their stage. And it would be time to find the curtain for it.
Perhaps. We’ll see.
This is more and more thought-provoking. Today’s chapter led me in several directions, but I settled here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bahU4W0S2YA
That’s not a bad place to end up, Karen.
I could direct you to another Neil Gaiman book about doors and locks and keys and pushing the doors open to discover what is on the other side….
Good stuff, very interesting. I want to see where all this goes and how you assemble it into a unified pictures. “Dancing on the Doors”?
I think I’m done with Mr Gaiman for a while. Too much of that at one time could warp the brain waves…………..
And there is a problem with warped brain waves?
Mine are definitely warped these days.
Will they do the old soft shoe on the door? Shuffling in the sand, slipping on the crystalline surface?
We’ll see.
Waiting with bated breath
Me, too, Jessie, especially since this one isn’t coming easily.
Loving this.
Yay!
You are very kind, Lori.
well-and-truly-sick of reading about my life… Never!!!… well, now that you mention it… your fiction, of late, has been lacking…
Love ‘quest for tableaus’… I’m constantly looking…
Well, I’m not sick of reading about your life, but I do love your fiction. So it’s nice when you can go back and forth between reality and fantasy. I never know what I’ll find when I pop over to your site–and by the way, it’s looking beautiful. I like the slideshow of previous posts at the top of the page when I first click over!
This piece of fiction is slowly building to something original. One good thing about being a bit behind is I can quickly move on to read the next installment.