A short-short story written as an exercise for a fiction-writing class.

Blue Moon

The first time I heard the song “Blue Moon” by Cowboy Junkies with you, I was sitting on your only sofa drinking tea you made for me. Your wife was on a business trip. It was the first time I went to your place, a one-bedroom apartment with simple furniture. The living room was small. There was this single sofa, a glass table, and a computer sitting on top of it. Across from me on one side of the wall, there were a few windows open. The sunshine came in and I could see dust in the air dancing with the music. You were as happy as a little boy who couldn’t keep still. You were running around between the kitchen and me and kept adding water to my cup. Besides this you didn’t know what to do or say. We merely looked at each other smiling as if we were two kids, yet we had known each other for ages; we allowed our hearts to dance with the music just as the dust in the air did.

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.

A gush of happiness felt like a cascade running down a mountain