Micro Fiction: The Moon 05 June 3, 2020 by Elizabeth Drake As Luna gave her soliloquy, drawing tears from every member of the audience, a gentleman in a box-seat captured her attention. Brilliant, golden, he burned like the sun. She redoubled her efforts. She wanted to make the sun cry. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related