Grandma’s frail hand grabs mine, pulling me atop her musty hay pile. “Come, Girl. Come see the magic. It may be the last time. But first, promise me.”
I promise, and when the fire eats the moon, it’s only Dog and Grandma’s small box that I carry to the ship.
Dog passed eons ago. I’m now a respected Elder.
I’ve kept my promises — for the most special of the girl star sailors.
When I think they’re ready, I open the centuries-old box.
And together, in Grandma’s ancient mirror, we witness “the magic” — the faces of the next hope for humankind.
I promise, and when the fire eats the moon, it’s only Dog and Grandma’s small box that I carry to the ship.
Dog passed eons ago. I’m now a respected Elder.
I’ve kept my promises — for the most special of the girl star sailors.
When I think they’re ready, I open the centuries-old box.
And together, in Grandma’s ancient mirror, we witness “the magic” — the faces of the next hope for humankind.
