return to sender

The Moon didn’t get my birthday card — I found out — so I took her around town, up the coast and down the coast, through the park and into the apricot tree I used to climb. She made no opinion. She just beamed politely, mouth shut, like she had never seen any of this.

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Albert Pinkham Ryder}

Albert Pinkham Ryder_With Sloping Mast and Dipping Prow

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