It was the night of a first quarter.
The boy went shopping with his father.
The father threw boxes of pasta and salt in the squeaky cart.
The boy new his father wasn't going to be there that night for dinner anyways.
The father was never there.
But he was there when they didn't catch a thing in the lake on a first quarter.
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The Boy Fishing On The Moon
Short StoryThe story of a child who could only count on something 238,900 miles away from him.
