One night, when Ava was thirteen, she fell asleep with the window near her bed wide open. Early the next morning, she woke with the half-moon caught up in her long dark hair. She lay there blinking for the longest time. It’s a curious thing to have the moon caught in your hair.
If she tried to get out of bed,
Ava wondered, would she find herself anchored there by the moon?
Worse, if she got up and walked
away, would the moon remain caught in her hair?
Would she pull the moon from the sky?
Luckily, Ava kept a pair of
scissors in her nightstand. The scissors
were easily within reach and, grasping them, Ava cautiously snipped her hair
from around the moon. Once she had freed
herself from the moon, Ava went on with her day as if were any other.
“Ava!” exclaimed her mother
when they met at the breakfast table, “What has happened to your beautiful
hair?”
“I cut the half-moon from it,”
Ava explained. “It’s beautiful in a
different way now.”
—Mitchell Hegman
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