Can You Take Me to the Moon?

Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a lonely boy, never speaking unless spoken too. In fact if he were in a room you would not notice him. You would see the jock pushing him around, and you would notice the boy with the pocket calculator, but you would never quite notice him.

He wasn’t fat or tall, good looking or ugly. In fact he was so ordinary you would not notice him at all. He had no friends that he could count. Being perfectly ordinary, why would people befriend him?

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a lonely girl. Perhaps it’s because she was a little sickly so she rarely came to school. When she did come to school, she would be forced to sit in the lonely corner of the class because no one would go near her.

One night, when the boy was working on fixing his bike in his little shed, he noticed the little girl who was sitting alone by the sea. You see, she hasn’t been sickly in years but because people didn’t like talking to her she did not have the motivation to go to school. The boy was no longer the invisible little boy. Now he was one of the brightest students in school.

“What are you doing out here?” the boy asked the girl. “It’s windy out tonight. You might catch a cold.” “Its okay” said the girl, “I was just staring at the moon. It looks so beautiful tonight. Don’t you think so?” the boy looked up at the moon. “I don’t look up much,” he said. “Can you bring me to the moon?” the girl asked, “I don’t really like it down here.” She looked him in the eyes as she said this.

He noticed in the pale moonlight that she had eyes that made you feel like you were swimming in them. She looked like an angel being surrounded by the pale moonlight. She seemed so fragile yet her eyes told him that she was a strong person. He realized that he has fallen for the lonely girl. She was him and he was her.

So he sat down next to her and held her hand. He allowed her to rest her head on his shoulders and he brought her on a journey. He told her how he would build her a rocket ship. He would paint it blue in colour because he thinks it looks cool. He told her how he would let her decorate the inside.

With curtains and tables and chairs, that would be her responsibility. He told her that when the rocket was ready, they would point the rocket ship towards the moon and they would blast off into the stars. He told her of the little space pixies that would have tea with them. The pixies would come in every colour of the rainbow, and they would eat strawberry shortcakes. He told her of how one of the pixies (whose name is in a language unknown to man) fell into the teacup as he was trying to help himself to a large serving of cake.

He definitely did not leave out the part where they would pass the space faring jellyfish who slowly float off from one system to another. Gracefully they float as their bodies slowly change colours. From the richest maroons to the darkest blacks, they do this slowly as if time did not affect them.

He told her that when they finally arrive on the moon, they would have to dress their best because there would be a party to celebrate their arrival. The little rabbits and the man on the moon would host the party for them. The rabbit’s fur would be of the purest whites and the man on the moon would have skin the colour of cheese. He told her how the man on the moon would greet them with a warm hug, and treats them to moon cheese and banana cakes. Then the boy told her, how they would slowly walk around the moon, hand in hand and visit the little craters and big craters. The man on the moon would describe each crater with the funniest expressions and the two of them would laugh till their tummies hurt.

He told her that after the visiting they would have to go back home to earth because people back home would be missing them. She sighed and said, “Why do we have to go home?” “Because there are people back home waiting for us,”

The boy soon grew into a man and the girl into a lady; they remained in that little house by the shed by the beach. 70 years down the road, the lady still has not gone to the moon, but she knew, that the boy who grew into a man, who later died of old age in his favourite reading chair was up there waiting for her on the moon with the man in the moon. So she would also one day drift away to her husband on the moon when the time is right, and they would live happily ever after again, not on earth but on their most favourite place. The moon.