Tomorrow's Moon

A genetic ghost story

“She was always a loner, but in fact she only ever felt lonely.. when she was not alone.

Her mother was forever entertaining. A stout woman of simple concerns, she lived for the social occasions whereby she could preside over the clan. The clinking of crystal, the imported drapes, (dutifully lauded by every visitor) the fine china and silverware which enveloped her world, were unbearable irritants to Vera and she longed to escape.

“I am a snake in the middle of losing my skin” she thought as she sat cross-legged in the pantry, unable to quite remember what she’d been summoned to fetch. “Yes, that must be the answer, a snake”. She pondered again on what she was meant to be doing. “Was it the linen, no, maybe uh..”

A shaft of light bisected her black stockings and travelled right up to the ceiling like a luminous veil. It was filled with thousands of tiny grains of white flour, which she pondered, had escaped being baked into next week’s bread and were now searching for a vent from which to sail off into the sky.”