TITLE: THE NOTES BETWEEN
What would happen if the Moon suddenly fell apart? Would I be the only one to see it on this night? In Bainesville I would be. Maybe some boy in some distant hazy land would also be staring at Luna as She begins to disembody Herself - big white chunks slowly flopping off and falling to the earth, bursting with delicate impact upon the harsh humans. How exciting would such a sight be on an otherwise lonely night?
He wasn't bored, he just didn't know what else to do, so he stood in his father's boneyard - permanent, ghostly-abandoned vehicles all around - looking up at Her exquisitely large, round body; Luna was hanging low over his head, as if She were attached by string to his body. The harsh light giving shadows to his strong cheekbones and jaw, if he were to open his mouth his teeth would be as white as his natural blond hair.
Would the chunks burst into nothing but white dust? Would the powder cover everything, voiding color from human eyes? Would it make everything already gray simply disappear?
Chaffin realized that there wouldn't be much left in the world if everything bland disappeared. He climbed up onto the bent hood of one of the nearby cars and scanned the tops of the trees and the few tiny streetlights of the town in the distance. He searched the beyond, but he couldn't quite explain what he was looking for, only realizing that he had yet to find it.