Celestially Smitten

Luna a magic spinner and weaver loves the Man in the Moon. 300-word flash

Celestially Smitten

Luna was in love. She had moved to the moon eons ago because she pined for the Man in the Moon. She toiled away at spinning the light from it into threads and weaving the threads into garments for him.
Every year on his birthday, she presented him with a set of clothes. He accepted with a smile but never said anything. She would sigh and go back to her little crater on the other side of moon.

“I wish he would speak to me, even just say thank you. I would take a small kiss on the hand!”
A mouse, that came to the moon on a rocket and stayed to eat green cheese, heard her and decided to tell her the Man in the Moon’s story. She scampered into Luna’s crater and began to squeak and chitter. Luna, startled from her spinning, picked up the little rodent kindly.
“What’s wrong, mousie?” she asked. Being magic, she soon figured out what was being said.
“So, you know the Man in the Moon’s sad story, and you want to tell me?”

“When the Man in the Moon was much younger,” began the little mouse.
“He must have been a dashing figure then,” Luna sighed.
“Not so much, but he loved and was loved. He tried to defend her from Zeus, who sent him off on a lightning bolt to exile on the moon.”
Luna gasped and cried.
“He has been so long without company, he has lost the power of speech.”

“So, my gifts make him happy?”
“Of course, that’s what smiles are for, I know he likes and wears what you make him, especially the nightcaps!” the mouse said.
Luna was happy she knew things about her love now and became content to love him from afar.