Chilled Glass of Heaven
by C J
It was total chaos, kids yelling, laughing, and chasing each other around the classroom. One exception was a quiet boy sitting all alone in the back row. He sat slouching at his desk tapping his pencil while watching his classmates laughing and joking with each other. Brian always kept to himself never really fitting in; he always seemed to be observing instead of participating.
In came a tall woman juggling a stack of books.
Class, quiet please!
Find your seats!
My name is Ms. Dickenson. Mr. Vance is out for the rest of the week so you are stuck with me. While glancing at notes she said, “I see you all have a paragraph due today who would like to read first?” After a brief silence, “Okay, I will choose for you.” Pointing to the boy in the back, “What is your name?” Hesitantly replying he said, “Brian”. Brian slid a wrinkled paper from his notebook and timidly began walking to the front of the class.
Brian softly spoke, “The Moon, Prominent in the night sky so diligently overseeing the world. Everyone since the beginning of time has dreamt, cried, and loved under the same moon. What secrets this silent companion must hold, if only it could speak. The moon has seen it all and still lights the world at night. No tears or Judgment. The end”
Ms. Dickenson sighed, “That was beautiful Brian and I will be sipping a chilled glass of heaven under that brilliant moon tonight!”