Blue Moon - January 25, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "blue moon". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out]

[NOTE: read yesterday's wave, "Unlikely", first]

Blue Moon - Squiddy Geiger - January 25, 2012

Yesterday had been Unlikely. Today was Impossible.

Steve had always wondered where the term came from. Now he knew. All over town, people were talking about it, everyone knew about it; all they had to do was look up.

The moon was an incredible marine blue, with cyan highlights. It was gorgeous, and quite frankly, scary as hell, because nobody seemed to know why it was blue, or when it would stop being blue. Except Steve.

This morning, he'd seen the weird old man again. Steve was driving to work, and the man had materialized in the passenger seat. "Hello again, boy," he'd said. Steve had pulled over quickly and stopped.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my car?" he demanded. "And how the hell do you disappear and reappear like that?"

"All in good time, Young Skywalker, all in good time," the man laughed. "Ultimately, you will learn why we are here. And what we want. Oh, don't look like that - there's nothing to worry about, we're here to help.

"We have something for you to do - much more important than taking a cheque into the bank, Steve. And it is of great importance to my people and yours. No, nothing bad, I promise." The old man smiled. "I have to go again, but I'll see you tomorrow."

He started to fade. Steve yelled for him to stop, but he didn't. Just as he was about to disappear again, he shouted - just barely audible "Once in a Blue Moon, boy... once in a Blue Moon..." and was gone.

Steve understood now.

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