The Moon and the Sun

[microfiction]

“I’m jealous of you, “ the sun said.

“Why?” the moon asked.

“People can look at you, appreciate your beauty. Lovers are inspired by you!”

“But you are inspiring, dear sun. Lovers might adore me, but they chase you. Everybody looks for sunny warm places. They never chose my darkness,” the moon cried.

The sun held his breath. The blue sky disappeared under the sudden dark clouds.

The sun had covered himself.

He refused to come out ever again, he offered the world to his beloved moon.

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